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She
did
not
answer
,
but
her
lips
moved
and
her
eyes
filled
with
sudden
tears
.
"
Eleanor
,
are
you
hurt
?
"
"
No
;
I
do
n't
think
so
,
"
she
said
faintly
,
and
then
began
weeping
.
"
My
horse
dead
?
"
"
Good
God
--
Yes
!
"
"
Oh
!
"
she
wailed
.
"
I
thought
I
was
going
over
.
I
did
n't
know
--
"
He
helped
her
gently
to
her
feet
and
boosted
her
onto
his
saddle
.
So
they
started
homeward
;
Amory
walking
and
she
bent
forward
on
the
pommel
,
sobbing
bitterly
.
"
I
've
got
a
crazy
streak
,
"
she
faltered
,
"
twice
before
I
've
done
things
like
that
.
When
I
was
eleven
mother
went
--
went
mad
--
stark
raving
crazy
.
We
were
in
Vienna
--
"
All
the
way
back
she
talked
haltingly
about
herself
,
and
Amory
's
love
waned
slowly
with
the
moon
.
At
her
door
they
started
from
habit
to
kiss
good
night
,
but
she
could
not
run
into
his
arms
,
nor
were
they
stretched
to
meet
her
as
in
the
week
before
.
For
a
minute
they
stood
there
,
hating
each
other
with
a
bitter
sadness
.
But
as
Amory
had
loved
himself
in
Eleanor
,
so
now
what
he
hated
was
only
a
mirror
.
Their
poses
were
strewn
about
the
pale
dawn
like
broken
glass
.
The
stars
were
long
gone
and
there
were
left
only
the
little
sighing
gusts
of
wind
and
the
silences
between
...
but
naked
souls
are
poor
things
ever
,
and
soon
he
turned
homeward
and
let
new
lights
come
in
with
the
sun
.
