It 's a rare night , master . I envy you your walk home in the moonlight along that shore . '' `` Better come part of the way with me , '' I suggested . `` No . '' Abel glanced at the house . `` Tamzine never likes to be alone o ' nights . So I take my moonlight walks in the garden . The moon 's a great friend of mine , master . I 've loved her ever since I can remember . When I was a little lad of eight I fell asleep in the garden one evening and was n't missed . I woke up alone in the night and I was most scared to death , master . Lord , what shadows and queer noises there were ! I dars n't move . I just sat there quaking , poor small mite . Then all at once I saw the moon looking down at me through the pine boughs , just like an old friend . I was comforted right off . Got up and walked to the house as brave as a lion , looking at her . Goodnight , master . Tell Mary the lilacs 'll last another week yet . '' From that night Abel and I were cronies .
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