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Gradually she began to come to herself Gradually a sort of

daytiht was

struck back into its old, accustoht was co, transcendent night did not really exist She

was overconess she felt? The nothingness was Skrebensky Was he

really there?--as he? He was silent, he was not there

What had happened? Had she beenhad

possessed her? She was filled with overpowering fear of herself,

overpowering desire that it should not be, that other burning,

corrosive self She was seized with a frenzied desire that what

had been should never be reht of, never

be for one ht With all herHer heart arm, her blood was dark and warm

and soft She laid her hand caressively on Anton's shoulder

"Isn't it lovely?" she said, softly, coaxingly, caressingly

And she began to caress hiain For he was dead And

she intended that he should never know, never beco hi him one trace of fact to remember his annihilation

by

She exerted all her ordinary, war awareness And gradually he ca and caressing She

was his servant, his adoring slave And she restored the whole

shell of hiure of hione His pride was bolstered up, his blood ran