"And four of his friends! We all danced the tango together--and that new kicking step!" She began to sob piteously.

Somehow it was the sudden memory of the almost comic kicking step which overwhelmed her with the most gruesome sense of awfulness--as if the world had come to an end.
"It was new--and they laughed so! They are killed!" she cried beating her little hands.

He had just heard the same news.

Five of them! And he had heard details she had been spared.
He was as pale as she.

He stood before her quivering, hot and cold.
Until this hour they had been living only through the early growing wonder of their dream; they had only talked together and exquisitely yearned and thrilled at the marvel of every simple word or hand-touch or glance, and every meeting had been a new delight.