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 She had died among the violets by the brook, and she was not yet cold. In her hand was a branch of birch half stripped of its leaves; for she had eaten them to stave off starvation.

He sat for a long time with her head on his knees. "I should have stayed with you, Dawn," he said. "I should have let the man go."

And later.

"There will never be any solace to me in thinking of what I have done. My cave will be always empty now.