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Mrs. Kent looked at them with pity in her eyes. They were so happy, she thought, misunderstanding. She, who had suffered the extreme hurt, was safe and sheltered in her great grief. She could not be afraid again.

Then once more that sudden sense of her own hurt smote her, and her life went out in the cry of the human heart for its own. A pitying wind had blown her long black veil across her face.