Gregoryfelthemustsustaintheconversation。Theonlythinghecouldthinkofwastoreciteapieceofpoetry。Heknewhehadlearntmanyaboutlove；buttheonlythingthatwouldcomeintohismindnowwasthe"BattleofHohenlinden，"and"Notadrumwasheard，"neitherofwhichseemedtobeardirectlyonthesubjectonhand。
　　ButunexpectedreliefcametohimfromDoss，who，toodeeplylostincontemplationofhiscrevice，wassurprisedbythesuddendescentofthestoneLyndall’sfoothadloosened，which，rollingagainsthislittlefrontpaw，carriedawayapieceofwhite—skin。Dossstoodonthreelegs，holdingupthepawwithanexpressionofextremeself—commiseration；hethenproceededtohopslowlyupwardinsearchofsympathy。
　　"Youhavehurtthatdog，"saidGregory。
　　"HaveI？"sherepliedindifferently，andre—openedthebook，asthoughtoresumeherstudyoftheplay。
　　"He’sanasty，snappishlittlecur！"saidGregory，calculatingfromhermannerthattheremarkwouldbeendorsed。"Hesnappedatmyhorse’stailyesterday，andnearlymadeitthrowme。Iwonderhismasterdidn’ttakehim，insteadofleavinghimheretobeanuisancetoallofus！"
　　Lyndallseemedabsorbedinherplay；butheventuredanotherremark。
　　"Doyouthinknow，MissLyndall，thathe’lleverhaveanythingintheworld——thatGerman。Imean——moneyenoughtosupportawifeon，andallthatsortofthing？Idon’t。He’swhatIcallsoft。"
　　Shewasspreadingherskirtoutsoftlywithherlefthandforthedogtoliedownonit。
　　"IthinkIshouldberatherastonishedifheeverbecamearespectablememberofsociety，"shesaid。Idon’texpecttoseehimthepossessorofbank—shares，thechairmanofadivisionalcouncil，andthefatherofalargefamily；wearingablackhat，andgoingtochurchtwiceonaSunday。
　　Hewouldratherastonishmeifhecametosuchanend。"
　　"Yes；Idon’texpectanythingofhimeither，"saidGregory，zealously。
　　"Well，Idon’tknow，"saidLyndall；"therearesomesmallthingsIratherlooktohimfor。Ifheweretoinventwings，orcarveastatuethatonemightlookatforhalfanhourwithoutwantingtolookatsomethingelse，I
　　shouldnotbesurprised。Hemaydosomelittlethingofthatkindperhaps，whenhehasdonefermentingandthesedimenthasallgonetothebottom。"
　　Gregoryfeltthatwhatshesaidwasnotwhollyintendedasblame。
　　"Well，Idon’tknow，"hesaidsulkily；"tomehelookslikeafool。Towalkaboutalwaysinthatdead—and—alivesortofway，mutteringtohimselflikeanoldKafferwitchdoctor！Heworkshardenough，butit’salwaysasthoughhedidn’tknowwhathewasdoing。Youdon’tknowhowhelookstoapersonwhoseeshimforthefirsttime。"
　　Lyndallwassoftlytouchingthelittlesorefootassheread，andDoss，toshowhelikedit，lickedherhand。
　　"But，MissLyndall，"persistedGregory，"whatdoyoureallythinkofhim？"
　　"Ithink，"saidLyndall，"thatheislikeathorn—tree，whichgrowsupveryquietly，withoutanyone’scaringforit，andonedaysuddenlybreaksoutintoyellowblossoms。"
　　"AndwhatdoyouthinkIamlike？"askedGregory，hopefully。
　　Lyndalllookedupfromherbook。
　　"Likealittletinduckfloatingonadishofwater，thatcomesafterapieceofbreadstuckonaneedle，andthemoretheneedlepricksitthemoreitcomeson。"
　　"Oh，youaremakingfunofmenow，youreallyare！"saidGregoryfeelingwretched。"Youaremakingfun，aren’tyou，now？"
　　"Partly。Itisalwaysdivertingtomakecomparisons。"
　　"Yes；butyoudon’tcomparemetoanythingnice，andyoudootherpeople。
　　WhatisEmlike，now？"
　　"Theaccompanimentofasong。Shefillsupthegapsinotherpeople’slives，andisalwaysnumbertwo；butIthinksheislikemanyaccompaniments——agreatdealbetterthanthesongsheistoaccompany。"
　　"Sheisnothalfsogoodasyouare！"saidGregory，withaburstofuncontrollableardour。
　　"SheissomuchbetterthanI，thatherlittlefingerhasmoregoodnessinitthanmywholebody。Ihopeyoumaynotlivetofindoutthetruthofthatfact。"
　　"Youarelikeanangel，"hesaid，thebloodrushingtohisheadandface。
　　"Yes，probably；angelsareofmanyorders。"
　　"YouaretheonebeingthatIlove！"saidGregoryquivering。"IthoughtI
　　lovedbefore，butIknownow！Donotbeangrywithme。Iknowyoucouldneverlikeme；but，ifImightbutalwaysbenearyoutoserveyou，Iwouldbeutterly，utterlyhappy。Iwouldasknothinginreturn！IfyoucouldonlytakeeverythingIhaveanduseit；Iwantnothingbuttobeofusetoyou。"
　　Shelookedathimforafewmoments。
　　"Howdoyouknow，"shesaidslowly，"thatyoucouldnotdosomethingtoserveme？Youcouldservemebygivingmeyourname。"
　　Hestarted，andturnedhisburningfacetoher。
　　"Youareverycruel；youareridiculingme，"hesaid。
　　"No，Iamnot，Gregory。WhatIamsayingisplain，matter—of—factbusiness。Ifyouarewillingtogivemeyournamewithinthreeweeks’
　　time，Iamwillingtomarryyou，ifnot，well。Iwantnothingmorethanyourname。Thatisaclearproposal，isitnot？"
　　Helookedup。Wasitcontempt，loathing，pity，thatmovedintheeyesabove！Hecouldnottell；buthestoopedoverthelittlefootandkissedit。
　　Shesmiled。
　　"Doyoureallymeanit？"hewhispered。
　　"Yes。Youwishtoserveme，andtohavenothinginreturn！——youshallhavewhatyouwish。"SheheldoutherfingersforDosstolick。"Doyouseethisdog？HelicksmyhandbecauseIlovehim；andIallowhimto。WhereIdonotloveIdonotallowit。Ibelieveyouloveme；Itoocouldloveso，thattolieunderthefootofthethingIlovedwouldbemoreheaventhantolieinthebreastofanother。Come！letusgo。Carrythedog，"
　　sheadded；"hewillnotbiteyouifIputhiminyourarms。So——donotlethisfoothangdown。"
　　Theydescendedthekopje。Atthebottom，hewhispered：
　　"Wouldyounottakemyarm？thepathisveryrough。"
　　Sherestedherfingerslightlyonit。
　　"Imayyetchangemymindaboutmarryingyoubeforethetimecomes。Itisverylikely。Markyou！"shesaid，turningroundonhim；"Irememberyourwords：Youwillgiveeverything，andexpectnothing。Theknowledgethatyouareservingmeistobeyourreward；andyouwillhavethat。Youwillserveme，andgreatly。ThereasonsIhaveformarryingyouIneednotinformyouofnow；youwillprobablydiscoversomeofthembeforelong。"
　　"Ionlywanttobeofsomeusetoyou，"hesaid。
　　ItseemedtoGregorythattherewerepulsesinthesolesofhisfeet，andthegroundshimmeredasonasummer’sday。TheywalkedroundthefootofthekopjeandpasttheKafferhuts。AnoldKaffermaidkneltatthedoorofonegrindingmealies。Thatsheshouldseehimwalkingsomadehisheartbeatsofast，thatthehandonhisarmfeltitspulsation。Itseemedthatshemustenvyhim。
　　JustthenEmlookedoutagainatthebackwindowandsawthemcoming。Shecriedbitterlyallthewhileshesortedtheskins。
　　ButthatnightwhenLyndallhadblownhercandleout，andhalfturnedroundtosleep，thedoorofEm’sbedroomopened。
　　"Iwanttosaygoodnighttoyou，Lyndall，"shesaid，comingtothebedsideandkneelingdown。
　　"Ithoughtyouwereasleep，"Lyndallreplied。
　　"Yes，Ihavebeenasleep；butIhadsuchavividdream，"shesaid，holdingtheother’shands，"andthatwokeme。Ineverhadsovividadreambefore。
　　"ItseemedIwasalittlegirlagain，andIcamesomewhereintoalargeroom。Onabedinthecornertherewassomethinglyingdressedinwhite，anditslittleeyeswereshut，anditslittlefacewaslikewax。Ithoughtitwasadoll，andIranforwardtotakeit；butsomeoneheldupherfingerandsaid：’Hush！itisalittledeadbaby。’AndIsaid：’Oh，I
　　mustgoandcallLyndall，thatshemaylookatitalso。’
　　"Andtheyputtheirfacesclosedowntomyearandwhispered：’ItisLyndall’sbaby。’
　　"AndIsaid：’Shecannotbegrownupyet；sheisonlyalittlegirl！
　　Whereisshe？’AndIwenttolookforyou，butIcouldnotfindyou。
　　"AndwhenIcametosomepeoplewhoweredressedinblack，Iaskedthemwhereyouwere，andtheylookeddownattheirblackclothes，andshooktheirheads，andsaidnothing；andIcouldnotfindyouanywhere。AndthenIawoke。
　　"Lyndall，"shesaid，puttingherfacedownuponthehandssheheld，"itmademethinkaboutthattimewhenwewerelittlegirlsandusedtoplaytogether，whenIlovedyoubetterthananythingelseintheworld。Itisn’tanyone’sfaultthattheyloveyou；theycan’thelpit。Anditisn’tyourfault；youdon’tmakethemloveyou。Iknowit。"
　　"Thankyou，dear，"Lyndallsaid。"Itisnicetobeloved，butitwouldbebettertobegood。"
　　Thentheywishedgoodnight，andEmwentbacktoherroom。LongafterLyndalllayinthedarkthinking，thinking，thinking；andassheturnedroundwearilytosleepshemuttered：
　　"Therearesomewiserintheirsleepingthanintheirwaking。"
　　Chapter2。IX。Lyndall’sStranger。
　　Afireisburningintheunusedhearthofthecabin。Thefuelblazesup，andlightstheblackrafters，andwarmsthefadedredlionsonthequilt，andfillsthelittleroomwithaglowofwarmthandlightmadebrighterbycontrast，foroutsidethenightischillandmisty。
　　Beforetheopenfireplacesitsastranger，histall，slightfigurereposinginthebrokenarmchair，hiskeenblueeyesstudyingthefirefrombeneathdelicatelypencilled，droopingeyelids。Onewhitehandplaysthoughtfullywithaheavyflaxenmoustache；yet，oncehestarts，andforaninstantthelanguidlidsraisethemselves；thereisakeen，intentlookuponthefaceashelistensforsomething。Thenheleansbackinhischair，fillshisglassfromthesilverflaskinhisbag，andresumeshisoldposture。
　　Presentlythedooropensnoiselessly。ItisLyndall，followedbyDoss。
　　Quietlyassheenters，hehearsher，andturns。
　　"Ithoughtyouwerenotcoming。"
　　"Iwaitedtillallhadgonetobed。Icouldnotcomebefore。"
　　Sheremovedtheshawlthatenvelopedher，andthestrangerrosetoofferherhischair；butshetookherseatonalowpileofsacksbeforethewindow。
　　"IhardlyseewhyIshouldbeoutlawedafterthisfashion，"hesaid，reseatinghimselfanddrawinghischairalittlenearertoher；"thesearehardlythequartersoneexpectstofindaftertravellingahundredmilesinanswertoaninvitation。"
　　"Isaid，’Comeifyouwish。’"
　　"AndIdidwish。Yougivemeacoldreception。"
　　"Icouldnottakeyoutothehouse。QuestionswouldbeaskedwhichIcouldnotanswerwithoutprevarication。"
　　"Yourconscienceisgrowingtohaveacertainvirgintenderness，"hesaid，inalow，melodiousvoice。
　　"Ihavenoconscience。Ispokeonedeliberateliethisevening。Isaidthemanwhohadcomelookedrough，wehadbestnothavehiminthehouse；
　　thereforeIbroughthimhere。Itwasadeliberatelie，andIhatelies。I
　　tellthemifImust，buttheyhurtme。"
　　"Well，youdonottellliestoyourself，atallevents。Youarecandid，sofar。"
　　Sheinterruptedhim。
　　"Yougotmyshortletter？"
　　"Yes；thatiswhyIcome。Yousentaveryfoolishreply；youmusttakeitback。Whoisthisfellowyoutalkofmarrying？"
　　"Ayoungfarmer。"
　　"Liveshere？"
　　"Yes；hehasgonetotowntogetthingsforourwedding。"
　　"Whatkindofafellowishe？"
　　"Afool。"
　　"Andyouwouldrathermarryhimthanme？"
　　"Yes；becauseyouarenotone。"
　　"Thatisanovelreasonforrefusingtomarryaman，"hesaid，leaninghiselbowonthetableandwatchingherkeenly。
　　"Itisawiseone，"shesaidshortly。"IfImarryhimIshallshakehimoffmyhandwhenitsuitsme。IfIremainedwithhimfortwelvemonthshewouldneverhavedaredtokissmyhand。AsfarasIwishheshouldcome，hecomes，andnofurther。Wouldyouaskmewhatyoumightandwhatyoumightnotdo？"
　　Hercompanionraisedthemoustachewithacaressingmovementfromhislipandsmiled。Itwasnotaquestionthatstoodinneedofanyanswer。
　　"Whydoyouwishtoenteronthissemblanceofmarriage？"
　　"BecausethereisonlyonepointonwhichIhaveaconscience。Ihavetoldyouso。"
　　"Thenwhynotmarryme？"
　　"Becauseifonceyouhavemeyouwouldholdmefast。Ishallneverbefreeagain。"Shedrewalong，lowbreath。
　　"WhathaveyoudonewiththeringIgaveyou？"hesaid。
　　"SometimesIwearit；thenItakeitoffandwishtothrowitintothefire；thenextdayIputitonagain，andsometimesIkissit。"
　　"Soyoudolovemealittle？"
　　"Ifyouwerenotsomethingmoretomethananyothermanintheworld，doyouthink——"Shepaused。"IloveyouwhenIseeyou；butwhenyouareawayfrommeIhateyou。"
　　"ThenIfearImustbesingularlyinvisibleatthepresentmoment，"hesaid。Possiblyifyouweretolooklessfixedlyintothefireyoumightperceiveme。"
　　Hemovedhischairslightly，soastocomebetweenherandthefirelight。
　　Sheraisedhereyestohisface。
　　"Ifyoudoloveme，"heaskedher，"whywillyounotmarryme？"
　　"Because，ifIhadbeenmarriedtoyouforayearIshouldhavecometomysensesandseenthatyourhandsandyourvoicearelikethehandsandthevoiceofanyotherman。Icannotquiteseethatnow。Butitisallmadness。Youcallintoactivityonepartofmynature；thereisahigherpartthatyouknownothingof，thatyounevertouch。IfImarriedyou，afterwarditwouldariseandassertitself，andIshouldhateyoualways，asIdonowsometimes。"
　　"Ilikeyouwhenyougrowmetaphysicalandanalytical，"hesaid，leaninghisfaceuponhishand。"Goalittlefurtherinyouranalysis；say，’I
　　loveyouwiththerightventricleofmyheart，butnottheleft，andwiththeleftauricleofmyheart，butnottheright；and，thisbeingthecase，myaffectionforyouisnotofadulyelevated，intellectualandspiritualnature。’Ilikeyouwhenyougetphilosophical。"
　　Shelookedquietlyathim；hewastryingtoturnherownweaponsagainsther。
　　"Youareactingfoolishly，Lyndall，"hesaid，suddenlychanginghismanner，andspeakingearnestly，"mostfoolishly。Youareactinglikealittlechild；Iamsurprisedatyou。Itisallverywelltohaveidealsandtheories；butyouknowaswellasanyonecanthattheymustnotbecarriedintothepracticalworld。Iloveyou。Idonotpretendthatitisinanyhigh，superhumansense；IdonotsaythatIshouldlikeyouaswellifyouwereuglyanddeformed，orthatIshouldcontinuetoprizeyouwhateveryourtreatmentofmemightbe，ortoloveyouthoughyouwereaspiritwithoutanybodyatall。Thatissentimentalityforbeardlessboys。Everyonenotamerechild（andyouarenotachild，exceptinyears）knowswhatlovebetweenamanandawomanmeans。Iloveyouwiththatlove。IshouldnothavebelieveditpossiblethatIcouldhavebroughtmyselftwicetoaskofanywomantobemywife，moreespeciallyonewithoutwealth，withoutposition，andwho——"
　　"Yes——goon。Donotgrowsorryforme。Saywhatyouweregoingto——’whohasputherselfintomypower，andwhohaslosttherightofmeetingmeonequalterms。’Saywhatyouthink。Atleastwetwomayspeakthetruthtooneanother。"
　　Thensheaddedafterapause：
　　"Ibelieveyoudoloveme，asmuchasyoupossiblycouldloveanything；andIbelievethatwhenyouaskmetomarryyouyouareperformingthemostgenerousactyoueverhaveperformedinthecourseofyourlife，oreverwill；but，atthesametime，ifIhadrequiredyourgenerosity，itwouldnothavebeenshownme。If，whenIgotyourletteramonthago，hintingatyourwillingnesstomarryme，Ihadatoncewritten，imploringyoutocome，youwouldhavereadtheletter。’Poorlittledevil！’youwouldhavesaid，andtoreitup。ThenextweekyouwouldhavesailedforEurope，andhavesentmeacheckforahundredandfiftypounds（whichIwouldhavethrowninthefire），andIwouldhaveheardnomoreofyou。"
　　Thestrangersmiled。
　　"ButbecauseIdeclinedyourproposal，andwrotethatinthreeweeksI
　　shouldbemarriedtoanother，thenwhatyoucalllovewokeup。Yourman’sloveisachild’sloveforbutterflies。Youfollowtillyouhavethething，andbreakit。Ifyouhavebrokenonewing，andthethingfliesstill，thenyouloveitmorethanever，andfollowtillyoubreakboth；
　　thenyouaresatisfiedwhenitliesstillontheground。"
　　"Youareprofoundlywiseinthewaysoftheworld；youhaveseenfarintolife，"hesaid。
　　Hemightaswellhavesneeredatthefirelight。
　　"Ihaveseenenoughtotellmethatyoulovemebecauseyoucannotbeartoberesisted，andwanttomasterme。YoulikedmeatfirstbecauseI
　　treatedyouandallmenwithindifference。YouresolvedtohavemebecauseIseemedunattainable。Thisisallyourlovemeans。"
　　Hefeltastronginclinationtostoopdownandkissthelittlelipsthatdefiedhim；butherestrainedhimself。Hesaid，quietly："Andyoulovedme——"
　　"Becauseyouarestrong。YouarethefirstmanIeverwasafraidof。
　　And"——adreamylookcameintoherface——"becauseIliketoexperience，I
　　liketotry。Youdon’tunderstandthat。"
　　Hesmiled。
　　"Well，sinceyouwillnotmarryme，mayIinquirewhatyourintentionsare，theplanyouwroteof。Youaskedmetocomeandhearit，andIhavecome。"
　　"Isaid，’Comeifyouwish。’Ifyouagreetoit，well；ifnot，ImarryonMonday。"
　　"Well？"
　　Shewasstilllookingbeyondhimatthefire。
　　"Icannotmarryyou，"shesaidslowly，"becauseIcannotbetied；butifyouwish，youmaytakemeawaywithyou，andtakecareofme；thenwhenwedonotloveanymorewecansaygood—bye。Iwillnotgodowncountry，"sheadded；"IwillnotgotoEurope。YoumusttakemetotheTransvaal。Thatisoutoftheworld。Peoplewemeetthereweneednotseeagaininourfuturelives。"
　　"Oh，mydarling，"hesaid，bendingtenderly，andholdinghishandouttoher，"whywillyounotgiveyourselfentirelytome？Onedayyouwilldesertmeandgotoanother。"
　　Sheshookherheadwithoutlookingathim。
　　"No，lifeistoolong。ButIwillgowithyou。"
　　"When？"
　　"Tomorrow。IhavetoldthemthatbeforedaylightIgotothenextfarm。I
　　willwritefromthetownandtellthemthefacts。Idonotwantthemtotroubleme；Iwanttoshakemyselffreeoftheseoldsurroundings；Iwantthemtolosesightofme。Youcanunderstandthatisnecessaryforme。"
　　Heseemedlostinconsideration；thenhesaid：
　　"Itisbettertohaveyouonthoseconditionsthannotatall。Ifyouwillhaveit，letitbeso。"
　　Hesatlookingather。Onherfacewasthewearylookthatrestedtheresooftennowwhenshesatalone。Twomonthshadnotpassedsincetheyparted；
　　butthetimehadsetitsmarkonher。Helookedathercarefully，fromthebrown，smoothheadtothelittlecrossedfeetonthefloor。Awornlookhadgrownoverthelittleface，anditmadeitscharmforhimstronger。
　　Forpainandtime，whichtracedeeplinesandwriteastoryonahumanface，haveastrangelydifferenteffectononefaceandanother。Thefacethatisonlyfair，evenveryfair，theymarandflaw；buttothefacewhosebeautyistheharmonybetweenthatwhichspeaksfromwithinandtheformthroughwhichitspeaks，powerisaddedbyallthatcausestheoutermantobearmoredeeplytheimpressoftheinner。Theprettywomanfadeswiththerosesonhercheeks，andthegirlhoodthatlastsanhour；thebeautifulwomanfindsherfullnessofbloomonlywhenapasthaswrittenitselfonher，andherpoweristhenmostirresistiblewhenitseemsgoing。
　　Fromundertheirhalf—closedlidsthekeeneyeslookeddownather。Hershoulderswerebent；foramomentthelittlefigurehadforgottenitsqueenlybearing，anddroopedwearily；thewide，darkeyeswatchedthefireverysoftly。
　　Itcertainlywasnotinherpowertoresisthim，noranystrengthinherthatmadehisownatthatmomentgrowsoftashelookedather。
　　Hetouchedonelittlehandthatrestedonherknee。
　　"Poorlittlething！"hesaid；"youareonlyachild。"
　　Shedidnotdrawherhandawayfromhis，andlookedupathim。
　　"Youareverytired？"
　　"Yes。"
　　Shelookedintohiseyesasalittlechildmightwhomalongday’splayhadsaddened。
　　Heliftedhergentlyup，andsatheronhisknee。
　　"Poorlittlething！"hesaid。
　　Sheturnedherfacetohisshoulder，andburieditagainsthisneck；hewoundhisstrongarmabouther，andheldherclosetohim。Whenshehadsatforalongwhile，hedrewwithhishandthefacedown，andhelditagainsthisarm。Hekissedit，andthenputitbackinitsoldresting—
　　place。
　　"Don’tyouwanttotalktome？"
　　"No。"
　　"Haveyouforgottenthenightintheavenue？"
　　Hecouldfeelthatsheshookherhead。
　　"Doyouwanttobequietnow？"
　　"Yes。"
　　Theysatquitestill，exceptingthatonlysometimesheraisedherfingerssoftlytohismouth。
　　Doss，whohadbeenasleepinthecorner，wakingsuddenly，plantedhimselfbeforethem，hiswirylegsmovingnervously，hisyelloweyesfilledwithanxiety。Hewasnotatallsurethatshewasnotbeingretainedinherpresentpositionagainstherwill，andwasnotalittlerelievedwhenshesatupandheldoutherhandfortheshawl。
　　"Imustgo，"shesaid。
　　Thestrangerwrappedtheshawlverycarefullyabouther。
　　"Keepitclosearoundyourface，Lyndall；itisverydampoutside。ShallI
　　walkwithyoutothehouse？"
　　"No。Liedownandrest；Iwillcomeandwakeyouatthreeo’clock。"
　　Sheliftedherfacethathemightkissit，and，whenhehadkisseditonce，shestillhelditthathemightkissitagain。Thenheletherout。Hehadseatedhimselfatthefireplace，whenshereopenedthedoor。
　　"Haveyouforgottenanything？"
　　"No。"
　　Shegaveonelong，lingeringlookattheoldroom。Whenshewasgone，andthedoorshut，thestrangerfilledhisglass，andsatatthetablesippingitthoughtfully。
　　Thenightoutsidewasmistyanddamp；thefaintmoonlight，tryingtoforceitswaythroughthethickair，madedarklyvisibletheoutlinesofthebuildings。Thestonesandwallsweremoist，andnowandthenadrop，slowlycollecting，fellfromtheeavestotheground。Doss，notlikingthechangefromthecabin’swarmth，ranquicklytothekitchendoorstep；buthismistresswalkedslowlypasthim，andtookherwayupthewindingfootpaththatranbesidethestonewallofthecamps。Whenshecametotheendofthelastcamp，shethreadedherwayamongthestonesandbushestillshereachedtheGerman’sgrave。Whyshehadcomethereshehardlyknew；
　　shestoodlookingdown。Suddenlyshebentandputonehandonthefaceofawetstone。
　　"Ishallnevercometoyouagain，"shesaid。
　　Thenshekneltontheground，andleanedherfaceuponthestones。
　　"Dearoldman，goodoldman，Iamsotired！"shesaid（forwewillcometothedeadtotellsecretswewouldneverhavetoldtotheliving）。Iamsotired。Thereislight，thereiswarmth，"shewailed；"whyamIalone，sohard，socold？Iamsowearyofmyself！Itiseatingmysoultoitscore—
　　—self，self，self！Icannotbearthislife！Icannotbreathe，Icannotlive！Willnothingfreemefrommyself？"Shepressedhercheekagainstthewoodenpost。"Iwanttolove！Iwantsomethinggreatandpuretoliftmetoitself！Dearoldman，Icannotbearitanymore！Iamsocold，sohard，sohard；willnoonehelpme？"