Christianwatchedtheirsoftuncertainrushes。Goingtothelittlesummer—housesheflungherselfdownonaseat，andpressedherhandstoherheart。
Therewasastrangeandsuddenachingthere。Washegoingfromher？
Ifso，whatwouldbeleft？Howlittleandhownarrowseemedtheoutlookofherlife——withtheworldwaitingforher，theworldofbeauty，effort，self—sacrifice，fidelity！Itwasasthoughaflashofthatsummerlightninghadfledby，singeingher，takingfromherallpowersofflight，burningoffherwings，asoffoneofthosepalehoveringmoths。Tearsstartedup，andtrickleddownherface。
’Blind！’shethought;’howcouldIhavebeensoblind？’
Someonecamedownthepath。