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THE LATER LIFE
certain of it: that future would come; the paths ran to the crystal-domed city; she was going to it with him . . . with him! . . .
Yes, it would come, it would come, to-morrow, yes, to-morrow . . .
And, while that hope still continued to transfigure her face, pale on the pillow in the dawning day, her eyes, blind from long gazing at the light, closed heavily; and she fell asleep, convinced . . . convinced. . .
