Where they had been weak, she must be strong; where they had been blinded, she must—see!
Why, that was what her life and Cameron's meant, and the two, standing apart, together—but alone—had made it possible.
She, like Nancy, must "carry on," not mistakenly, not held on leash, but with a freedom born of choice and understanding; of failures, and the learning of the true from the false.
To her—and again Joan turned to Cameron—and to him, was given the glorious opportunity of making the real, ideal.
It was then that Joan threw her head back and laughed that laugh of hers that meant but one thing: An acceptance of life; a faith in its freedom; a conviction that it could be lived gladly and without fear.
THE END
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