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Forgotten now the fact that, save for the shrouding of her otten the wreck, the desolation everywhere

"Oh--thank Heaven!" gasped she

There, in that inner office, half-rising fros that had been and were now no ure of a man--of Allan Stern!

He lived!

At her he peered with eyes that saw not, yet; toward her he groped a vague, unsteady hand

He lived!

Not quite alone in this world-ruin, not all alone was she!