She lifted her arm, and, stretching forward, she flung the little face violently into the gulf beneath.

The villa rose high above the olive-ground, and the olive-ground itself sank rapidly towards the road.

The fragment had far to fall.

It seemed to Eleanor that in the deep stillness she heard a sound like the striking of a stone among thick branches.

Her mind followed with a wild triumph the breaking of the terra-cotta,--the shivering of the delicate features--their burial in the stony earth.
With a long breath she tottered from the window and sank into her chair.