So her future was decided.... It was to be work and loneliness—loneliness and work ... because, it seemed, she had no friends left.... Yet Alwynne had promised many things.... What had she done to Alwynne? What had she done?
She turned within herself and reviewed her life as she remembered it, thought by thought, word by word, action by action. Faces rose about her, whispering reminders, forgotten faces of the many who had loved her: from her old nurse, dead long ago, to Louise, and Alwynne, and foolish Olivia Pring.
The candle at her elbow flared and dribbled, and died at last with a splutter and a gasp. She paid no heed.
When the dawn came, she was still sitting there, thinking—thinking.
March 1914—September 1915.
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