We kept our own counsel. We ran away, we two
children. They counseled me against it. My people didn't like the
match, but I wouldn't listen. It came like some sort of judgment.
Not long after we were married it came--the dreadful accident, with
a run-away team--and we saw,--we knew--in a little while--that she
simply lived like a child--a plant--That was ten years ago, ten
centuries!--ten thousand years of torture. But I kept her. I
shielded her the best I knew how. That was her place yonder, where
the bars were--you see. Nobody knew any more. It's all alone,
back in here. Some said there was a funeral, out here. Jamieson
didn't deny it, I did not deny it. But she lived--there! Sally
took care of her. Sometimes she or the others were careless. You
heard once or twice. Well, anyway, I couldn't tell you. It didn't
seem right--to her. And you were big enough not to ask. I thank
you! Now you know."
Still she was silent. They dropped down, now weary, side by side,
on the grass.
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