Everything was her fault, everything.

And now she stood on what Gilbert had called the lip of Eternity.

"Who Cares ?" had come back at her like a boomerang.

And as to a choice between giving herself to Gilbert or to death, what was the good of thinking that over?
She didn't love this man and never could.
She loved Martin, Martin.

She had always loved Martin from the moment that she had turned and found him on the hill.