Far away in the sky--no, it must be the ceiling--she could see the electric lights burning ever more and more dimly as the waves of darkness surged round her, rising higher and higher.
"But there's honour, dear, and duty.

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." Peter's words floated up to her on the shadowy billows which swayed towards her.
"Honour! Duty!" There was a curious singing in her head.

It sounded like the throb of a myriad engines, rhythmically repeating again and again: "Honour! Duty! Honour! Duty!" The words grew fainter, vaguer, trailing off into a regular pulsation that beat against her ears.
"_Honour_!" She thought she said it very loudly.
But all that Kitty and Roger heard was a little moan as Nan slipped to the ground in a dead faint..