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           Christ,howthatplayhadshatteredher.ShewasnotlookingatTom,shewaslookingstraightinfrontofher;shewasreallydistractedwithgrief,but,whatwasit?anotherselfwithinherknewwhatshewasdoing,aselfthatsharedinherunhappinessandyetwatcheditsexpression.Shefelthimgowhite.Shefeltasuddenanguishwringhisheartstrings,shefeltthathisfleshandbloodcouldnotsupporttheintolerablepainofhers.

           "Julia."

           Hisvoicewasbroken.Sheslowlyturnedherliquideyesonhim.Itwasnotawomancryingthathesaw,itwasallthewoeofhumankind,itwastheimmeasurable,theinconsolablegriefthatisthelotofman.Hethrewhimselfdownonhiskneesandtookherinhisarms.Hewasshattered.

           "Dearest,dearest."

           Foraminuteshedidnotmove.Itwasasifshedidnotknowthathewasthere.Hekissedherstreamingeyesandwithhismouthsoughthers.Shegaveittohimasthoughshewerepowerless,asthough,scarcelyconsciousofwhatwasbefallingher,shehadnowillleft.Withascarcelyperceptiblemovementshepressedherbodytohisandgraduallyherarmsfoundtheirwayroundhisneck.Shelayinhisarms,notexactlyinert,butasthoughallthestrength,allthevitality,hadgoneoutofher.Inhismouthhetastedthesaltnessofhertears.Atlast,exhausted,clingingtohimwithsoftarmsshesankbackonthesofa.Hislipsclungtohers.

           Youwouldneverhavethoughthadyouseenheraquarterofanhourlater,soquietlygay,flushedalittle,thatsoshortawhilebeforeshehadpassedthroughsuchatempestofweeping