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 &quot;How do you know? My father said she had gone away—gone back to the West—&quot;

&quot;So we thought. But this morning we found her.&quot;

&quot;Found her?&quot;

He motioned toward the window. &quot;Out there—in the lake.&quot;

&quot;Both?&quot;

&quot;Both.&quot;

She drooped before him shudderingly, her eyes hidden, as though to exclude the vision. &quot;She had drowned herself?&quot;

&quot;Yes.&quot;

&quot;Oh, poor thing—poor thing!&quot;

They paused awhile, the minutes delving an abyss between them till he threw a few irrelevant words across the silence.

&quot;One of the gardeners found them.&quot;

&quot;Poor thing!&quot;

&quot;It was sufficiently horrible.&quot;

&quot;Horrible—oh!&quot; She had swung round