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the way in which she loved all was pure–

but perhaps, selfishly, she allowed herself that love! it was true and earnest and passionate, and when she awoke alone she felt a great fright. even when she left the den, she was that way–alone–but she followed the phosphorous things.

this time, she could not follow them entirely. there was a scream–her own–and a darkness that was dizzying.