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Rh she watched him lose himself. . . in movement, speed and space. ..

"Poor boy!" she thought.

Then she sank into a chair, while the room swam round her. She closed her eyes and her hands fell limply at her side. So she sat for half an hour, unconscious, alone. . . as if the new life had been too keen, too intense, with its pure air, its honesty. . . too rare and keen in its cold-blue ether. . . and as if she were swooning away in it. ..