"A vow," she answered,—"a vow to my dead husband. I shall lose my fees and the laced coat. His mind was filled briefly with psychic images of a charnel house that danced like a spider in his head. He had gained admission somehow, and he too was waiting for Anna. She was always the last person to exit after the crowds had stampeded, trailing slowly behind them like dust. I have had no one but for you.
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