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She
turned
her
eyes
on
him
once
more
.
She
could
always
cry
easily
,
and
she
was
really
so
miserable
now
that
she
did
not
have
to
make
even
a
small
effort
.
He
had
never
seen
her
cry
before
.
She
could
cry
,
without
sobbing
,
her
wonderful
dark
eyes
wide
open
,
with
a
face
that
was
almost
rigid
.
Great
heavy
tears
ran
down
it
.
And
her
quietness
,
the
immobility
of
the
tragic
body
,
were
terribly
moving
.
She
hadn
’
t
cried
like
that
since
she
cried
in
The
Stricken
Heart
.
Christ
,
how
that
play
had
shattered
her
.
She
was
not
looking
at
Tom
,
she
was
looking
straight
in
front
of
her
;
she
was
really
distracted
with
grief
,
but
,
what
was
it
?
another
self
within
her
knew
what
she
was
doing
,
a
self
that
shared
in
her
unhappiness
and
yet
watched
its
expression
.
She
felt
him
go
white
.
She
felt
a
sudden
anguish
wring
his
heartstrings
,
she
felt
that
his
flesh
and
blood
could
not
support
the
intolerable
pain
of
hers
.
"
Julia
.
"
His
voice
was
broken
.
She
slowly
turned
her
liquid
eyes
on
him
.
It
was
not
a
woman
crying
that
he
saw
,
it
was
all
the
woe
of
humankind
,
it
was
the
immeasurable
,
the
inconsolable
grief
that
is
the
lot
of
man
.
He
threw
himself
down
on
his
knees
and
took
her
in
his
arms
.
He
was
shattered
.
"
Dearest
,
dearest
.
"
For
a
minute
she
did
not
move
.
It
was
as
if
she
did
not
know
that
he
was
there
.
He
kissed
her
streaming
eyes
and
with
his
mouth
sought
hers
.
She
gave
it
to
him
as
though
she
were
powerless
,
as
though
,
scarcely
conscious
of
what
was
befalling
her
,
she
had
no
will
left
.
With
a
scarcely
perceptible
movement
she
pressed
her
body
to
his
and
gradually
her
arms
found
their
way
round
his
neck
.
She
lay
in
his
arms
,
not
exactly
inert
,
but
as
though
all
the
strength
,
all
the
vitality
,
had
gone
out
of
her
.
In
his
mouth
he
tasted
the
saltness
of
her
tears
.
At
last
,
exhausted
,
clinging
to
him
with
soft
arms
she
sank
back
on
the
sofa
.
His
lips
clung
to
hers
.
You
would
never
have
thought
had
you
seen
her
a
quarter
of
an
hour
later
,
so
quietly
gay
,
flushed
a
little
,
that
so
short
a
while
before
she
had
passed
through
such
a
tempest
of
weeping
They
each
had
a
whisky
and
soda
and
a
cigarette
and
looked
at
one
another
with
fond
eyes
.
"
He
’
s
a
sweet
little
thing
,
"
she
thought
.
It
occurred
to
her
that
she
would
give
him
a
treat
.
