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WRECKAGE
I was startled. Had I spoken my thought aloud? I turned, and the French window was open behind me. I made a step to it, and stood looking out.
And there, amazed and afraid, even as I stood amazed and afraid, were my cousin and my wife—my wife white and tearless. She gave a faint cry.
"I came," she said, "I knew—knew—"
She put her hand to her throat—swayed. I made a step forward, and caught her in my arms.
THE END
