2/27 The general labor in the way of finishing touches on the undertaking still went on under the care of the foremen, monotonously regular. No one knew that Waldhorn, chief engineer, was a prisoner under guard. A hard lot, that of waiting at any time, but the waiting of the newly blind--there is no human misery to equal it. It seemed at times to her she must go mad. "Come in," she said, meeting him. |