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` But how ? ' Valentine asked . '' ` Not this way , ' said the River , ` but over your head . When in the early morning , or in the warmer noon , or in the pleasant evenings , you see the white clouds flying westward , you may be sure that I am returning . ' Then the River broke into a thousand ripples , as if smiling . `` But Valentine sat with a very serious face . ` I do not know how you can aid me , ' he sighed . ''