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 The sheet fluttered to the ground.

"It's over," said the woman, covering her face with her hands, while a movement that was almost a shiver crept through her stooping body.

"Yes, it's over now," echoed McKinnon, absently, as his arm went out to sustain her. And they sat there, alone with their thoughts, for many minutes.