They were very young to feel such depths of tragedy, to touch such heights of beauty.

They were a long time there together.
"Margaret darling, you know that I will come back." "I know that you will come back." "Olva!" "Margaret!" He left her.
Then, standing with outstretched arms, alone there, she who had but now denied the Pursuer, cried to the dark room-- "God, God--send him back to me!" Some one promised her..