SANCTUARY
"How do you know? My father said she had gone away—gone back to the West—"
"So we thought. But this morning we found her."
"Found her?"
He motioned toward the window. "Out there—in the lake."
"Both?"
"Both."
She drooped before him shudderingly, her eyes hidden, as though to exclude the vision. "She had drowned herself?"
"Yes."
"Oh, poor thing—poor thing!"
They paused awhile, the minutes delving an abyss between them till he threw a few irrelevant words across the silence.
"One of the gardeners found them."
"Poor thing!"
"It was sufficiently horrible."
"Horrible—oh!" She had swung round
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