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Cicely came out into the golden weather of that belated St. Martin's / Summer day which she had said had been sent to bless her path to / her new home. The sunshine was as warm, the air as soft, the sky as / beautifully blue as when she had crossed the threshold of her paradise, / from which horror and her stumbling conscience were driving her, but / she saw nothing of the beauty around her.
Shut into her own mind, she walked unseeing, unaware, the interior / darkness not lifting even so much as to reveal to her what and why she / suffered. Or did she suffer? Something had happened to her; everything / was obliterated; pain was not conscious to her, nor loss, but in a / vacuum that forbade breath, in a pit without ray or exit, she walked / the Beaconhite streets, not knowing where she went, nor whom she / passed. Something repeated ceaselessly: "A wife. A wife, alive; he has / a wife. He is married. " She did not know why she so insisted upon this; / it tired her, and many men had a wife. Who was it that had one whose / having one so mattered to her?