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capacity；　she　carefully　dried　his　face。　He　remained　motionless

all　the　while。　Then　she　drew　his　cheek　to　hers　and　kissed　him。

His　face　was　cold。　Her　heart　was　hurt。　She　saw　the　tears　welling

quickly　to　his　eyes　again。　As　if　he　were　a　child；　she　again

wiped　away　his　tears。　By　now　she　herself　was　on　the　point　of

weeping。　Her　underlip　was　caught　between　her　teeth。

So　she　sat　still；　for　fear　of　her　own　tears；　sitting　close　by

him；　holding　his　hand　warm　and　close　and　loving。　Meanwhile　the

car　ran　on；　and　a　soft；　midsummer　dusk　began　to　gather。　For　a

long　while　they　sat　motionless。　Only　now　and　again　her　hand

closed　more　closely；　lovingly；　over　his　hand；　then　gradually

relaxed。

The　dusk　began　to　fall。　One　or　two　lights　appeared。　The

driver　drew　up　to　light　his　lamps。　Skrebensky　moved　for　the

first　time；　leaning　forward　to　watch　the　driver。　His　face　had

always　the　same　still；　clarified；　almost　childlike　look；

impersonal。

They　saw　the　driver's　strange；　full；　dark　face　peering　into

the　lamps　under　drawn　brows。　Ursula　shuddered。　It　was　the　face

almost　of　an　animal　yet　of　a　quick；　strong；　wary　animal　that　had

them　within　its　knowledge；　almost　within　its　power。　She　clung

closer　to　Krebensky。

〃My　love？〃　she　said　to　him；　questioningly；　when　the　car　was

again　running　in　full　motion。

He　made　no　movement　or　sound。　He　let　her　hold　his　hand；　he

let　her　reach　forward；　in　the　gathering　darkness；　and　kiss　his

still　cheek。　The　crying　had　gone　by……he　would　not　cry　any

more。　He　was　whole　and　himself　again。

〃My　love；〃　she　repeated；　trying　to　make　him　notice　her。　But

as　yet　he　could　not。