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To Marion Dillard there was mockery in the symbolism of the night.
She was alone. On the table before her was an open telegram-the grating fitted into the last opening of the trap. She was a dark-haired, slender girl with that aspect of capacity and independence with which the great war endowed our women: the high courage that no assault of evil fortune could bludgeon into servility. She sat in her chair before the table, to the eye, unconquered.