It had the old tone, the old, beautiful sureness and tranquillity, and it had the same power over me.
Now everything was right. I had found him. At the end of a street in the suburbs the Japanese took leave and closed a house door behind him.
Demian took the way back. I had remained standing, and awaited him in the middle of the street.
With beating heart I saw him approaching erect and walking with an elastic step.
He wore a brown raincoat and carried a thin stick, hanging from his arm.
He advanced without altering his regular stride until he got right up to me.
He took off his hat, displaying his old, bright face with the determined mouth and the peculiar brightness on the broad forehead.
“Demian!” I called. He stretched out his hand to me. “So it’s you, then, Sinclair? I expected you.” “Did you know I was here?”
“I did not know for certain, but I hoped it might be true. I saw you first this evening. You have been behind us the whole time.”
“You recognized me then at once?” “Of course. You’re very much changed to be sure; but you have the sign.
We used to call it the mark of Cain, if you recollect. It is our sign.
You have always had it; for that reason I became your friend. But now it is clearer.”
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