It is you who took my name, not I yours. ” Her words were slurred with sleep. It was still so dark, that nothing could be distinguished except the heavy masses of timber by which the premises were surrounded; but as they advanced, lights were visible in some of the windows. Where her husband saw only two youngsters in the mating mood, she felt that tragedy in some phase lurked in this room—if only in the loneliness of these two, without kith or kin apparently, thousands of miles from home. She recalled how she had stretched out her arms toward the magic blue horizon. That’s as far as we go.
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