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Presently she let them fall slowly and looked vacantly with her brows drawn--as if waiting for the return of some sharp pain--in the direction of Shorne Mills. The lights had gone out; so also had died the light of her young life.
She tried to realize what this was that had happened to her; but it was so difficult--so difficult! Only a little while ago she had been happy in the possession of Drake's love. He had been hers--was her sweetheart, her very own; he was to have been her husband; she was to have been his wife.