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 Is a choice of Night or Day, Is a choice of Death or Life!

[Rises, and then says slowly:]

On through Death. On into Night.— Dawn beyond glows rosy-bright.

[''She follows, where has gone. gazes a moment in bewilderment after her, then bows his head, and goes back to the fjord.''