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As the sun went down, the outlines of the rejoicing city took on the

faint mist-blue of a dream city It softened the outlines of the Eiffel

tower to strange and fairy-like beauty and gave to the trees in the

Tuileries gardens the lack of definition of an old engraving And as

if to re of the price of their happiness, there cah the crowd a procession of the s or on crutches; they rode in wheeled chairs; they

were led, who could not see And they smiled and cheered None of them

hole, but every one was a full man, for all that

Audrey cried, shamelessly like Suzanne, but quietly And, not for the

first tiht of Chris She had never loved him, but

it was pitiful that he could not have lived He had so loved life He

would have so relished all this, the pageantry of it, and the gayety,

and the night's revelry that was to follow Poor Chris! He had thrown

everything away, even life The world perhaps was better that these

one like a pebble

thrown into a lake He had made his tiny ripple and had vanished

Then she remembered that she was not quite fair Perhaps she had never

been fair to Chris He had given all he had He had not lived well, but

he had died well And there was so to be said for death For the

first ti here