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‘Are you well?’ she asked. Well might she put the question: his face
was blanched as her gown.
‘Quite well,’ he enunciated; and, with a bow, he left the gate. She
went one way; he another. She turned twice to gaze after him as
she tripped fairy-like down the field; he, as he strode firmly across,
never turned at all.
This spectacle of another’s suffering and sacrifice rapt my thoughts
from exclusive meditation on my own. Diana Rivers had
designated her brother ‘inexorable as death.’ She had not