CHAPTER V
"Then with the knowledge of death as walking one side of me,
And the thought of death close-walking the other side of me,
And I in the middle as with companions and as holding the hands of companions"
From her windows Mrs. Kent watched the life in the Square with something akin to interest. Picturesque models came and went. Artists walked in meditation under the trees. The shabby clientele of the Charity Organization used it as a thoroughfare to the great Charity Building on High Street.
Outside there was only the sight of strange faces, and the sound of unknown feet; within, the four walls of her room, and her thought of the past. Memories of old days drifted between her and the pamphlets which she persistently tried to read. On autumn evenings, when there
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