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 non-existent, but following the rules for keeping physically fit. She rested an hour a day. She exercised outdoors an hour a day. She ran the little Ford out into the country, whenever there was a chance, climbed a hill, lay down on it, and drank of its beauty and strength and peace. And thought of Roger sometimes. She let herself think of him now. For as the moon had waned, so mercifully had the acuteness of his memory.

Gazing up at the sky one day in late September, Sheilah observed with a little pang that the luxutious queen of a fortnight ago who had ruled the sky with such magnificence and splendor was now but a frail white ghost—a broken half-circle of transparent cloud, pierced by faint blue sky. But the frail white ghost was simply a disguise the queen wore, while she bided her time.