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A SILENCE followed, so heavy as to be felt, then Vera took the black-edged card and, reversing it, read the engraved name. A rush of memories obliterated the bleak countryside. In its place she saw a busy city street, a swaying figure, a cry for help, the later clang of the emergency ambulance -- and the last agonizing parting from her beloved mother. She had been conscious of the aid rendered by the skilful hospital interne, but her mother had focused her attention to the exclusion of all else. After the funeral she had sent a present with her card "In grateful remembrance" to the city hospital authorities, asking them to see that it reached the surgeon who had attended her mother.
A sudden rush of tears almost blinded Vera, and the card fluttered to the rock unheeded.