Part 87 (1/1)

She raised herself on his lap, her hands on his shoulders, looking deep into his unseeing eyes, realizing that he would never comprehend her otherwise. All at once she felt a fierce resolve to defend that illusion.

”Garry,” she said tensely, ”that's what you want me to be, isn't it--just a child!”

”Dodo could never be anything else!” he said joyfully, oblivious of the recording hand of fate, writing on the woman's heart.

”Then that's what I shall always be,” she said softly. She relaxed, cuddling her head against his shoulder, repeating in a tired whisper--”Just a child!”

The rest can be written in a sentence.

She became a conventional member of society,--rather extreme in her conservatism.

THE END