"You are my brother," said he to me. "Is my father with you?"
I pointed to the crape on my arm, and to the ground, but said nothing.
He understood me, and bared his head. Then he flung his arms about me
and kissed my forehead according to Erewhonian custom. I was a little
surprised at his saying nothing to me about the way in which he had
disappointed me on the preceding day; I resolved, however, to wait for
the explanation that I felt sure he would give me presently.
CHAPTER XXVIII: GEORGE AND I SPEND A FEW HOURS TOGETHER AT THE STATUES,
AND THEN PART--I REACH HOME--POSTSCRIPT
I have said on an earlier page that George gained an immediate ascendancy
over me, but ascendancy is not the word--he took me by storm; how, or
why, I neither know nor want to know, but before I had been with him more
than a few minutes I felt as though I had known and loved him all my
life. And the dog fawned upon him as though he felt just as I did.
"Come to the statues," said he, as soon as he had somewhat recovered from
the shock of the news I had given him. "We can sit down there on the
very stone on which our father and I sat a year ago. I have brought a
basket, which my mother packed for--for--him and me. Did he talk to you
about me?"
"He talked of nothing so much, and he thought of nothing so much.
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