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Lying there, she tried to ot into her delicate uptilted nose and stung her tongue, and she very soon had enough of her cigarette

Watching the slow fire consu the spirals of s ash fell, powdering her, and she threw the cigarette into the grate, flicked the ashes fro her hands under her neck, turned over and closed her eyes

Sleep?--with every pulse awake and throbbing, every heart-beat sending the young blood rushing out through a body the incarnation of youth and life itself! There was a faint flush in the hollow of each upturned palers like relaxed petals curled inward; a deepening tint in the parted lips; and under the lids, through the dusk of the lashes, a gliaze conscious of the rose-light which glowed and waned on the ceiling, she awaited the flowing tide on which so often she had eloom serene, where, spirit becalmed, Time and Grief faded, and Desire died out upon the unshadowed sea of drea for the tide when the wakeful heart beats loudly, when the pulses quicken at a me sealed, long unused, and consigned to the archives of What Is Ended, open one by one, releasing each its own forgotten ghost

And how can the heart rest, the pulse sleep, startled to a flutter, as one by one the tiny cells unclose unbidden, and the dead rehtens to life?

Words he had used, the idle lifting of his head, the forgotten inflection of his voice, the sunlight on his hair and the sea-wind stirring it; his figure as it turned to h, faint, faint!--so that her own ears, throbbing, strained to listen; the countless uniht une, in theback to life, ly clear

And she lay like one afraid tothat still slept, so she dared not arouse, dared not meet face to face, even in dreams An interval--perhaps an hour, perhaps a second--passed, leaving her stranded so close to the shoals of sluh to awaken her

The room was very still and dim, but the cla the cushions, looking vacantly about her with the blue, confused eyes, the direct, unseeing gaze of a child roused by a half-heard call