One day, please God, you and Philip will live there.".

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He closed his eyes, groping for both their hands, and retaining them, lay silent as though asleep.
Berkley's palm burned against hers; she never stirred, never moved a muscle, sitting there as though turned to stone.

But when the wounded man's frail grasp relaxed, cautiously, silently, she freed her fingers, rose, looked down, listening to his breathing, then, without a glance at Berkley, moved quietly toward the door.
He was behind her a second later, and she turned to confront him in the corridor lighted by a single window.
"Will you tell me what has changed you ?" he said.
"Something which that ghastly farce cannot influence!" she said, hot faced, eyes brilliant with anger.