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Nascent Drama

' By the last gleams of twilight I could see the glitter of her eyes, full of tears -- of tears that would not fall.
 
"'I have been very happy -- very fortunate -- very proud,' she went on. 'Too fortunate. Too happy for a little while. And now I am unhappy for -- for life.'
 
"She stood up; her fair hair seemed to catch all the remaining light in a glimmer of gold. I rose, too.
 
"'And of all this,' she went on mournfully, 'of all his promise, and of all his greatness, of his generous mind, of his noble heart, nothing remains -- nothing but a memory. You and I -- '
 
"'No!' she cried. 'It is impossible that all this should be lost -- that such a life should be sacrificed to leave nothing -- but sorrow. You know what vast plans he had.
 
I knew of them, too -- I could not perhaps understand -- but others knew of them. Something must remain. His words, at least, have not died.'
 
"'And his example,' she whispered to herself. 'Men looked up to him -- his goodness shone in every act. His example -- '
 
"'True,' I said; 'his example, too. Yes, his example. I forgot that.'
 
"But I do not. I cannot -- I cannot believe -- not yet. I cannot believe that I shall never see him again, that no-body will see him again, never, never, never.'
 
"She put out her arms as if after a retreating figure, stretching them back and with clasped pale hands across the fading and narrow sheen of the window. Never see him!
 
I saw him clearly enough then. I shall see this eloquent phantom as long as I live, and I shall see her, too, a tragic and familiar Shade, resembling in this gesture another one,
 
tragic also, and bedecked with powerless charms, stretching bare brown arms over the glitter of the infernal stream, the stream of darkness. She said suddenly very low, 'He died as he lived.'
 
"'His end,' said I, with dull anger stirring in me, 'was in every way worthy of his life.'
 
"'And I was not with him,' she murmured. My anger subsided before a feeling of infinite pity. ​
 
"'Ah, but I believed in him more than any one on earth -- more than his own mother, more than -- himself.
 
He needed me! Me! I would have treasured every sigh, every word, every sign, every glance.'
 
"I felt like a chill grip on my chest. 'Don't,' I said, in a muffled voice.
 
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