Page 132 (2/2)

and shutting her eyes in a dazed way;--"like as if she'd been asleep

and oke up, sudden," Sarah told Maggie later

In her own room, the door locked, she sank down in a chair, her

clasped hands falling between her knees, her eyes staring at the

floor

Dead

How long he had been about dying Thirteen years ago Lloyd had said,

"He'll drink himself to death in six ramme was carried out: he drank But he did not

die No; he went on living, living, living! That first year they were

constantly asking each other for news of hi?" "Yes; an awful debauch Oh, he can't stand it He'll be in

his grave before Christ Then it was "before spring"--"before fall"--"before

Christone on

living, too At first, joyously, except when she brooded over the

baby's death; then iradually, eary acceptance of the situation Only in

the last two or three years had she begun to live anxiously, as she

realized how easily Lloyd was accepting Frederick's lease of life

Less and less often he inquired whether Mr Raynor had mentioned

Frederick's health in the letter that came with her quarterly

statement By and by, it was she, not Lloyd, who asked, "Have you

heard anything of Frederick?"