When Bets had been dead for a week it seemed to Pat she had been dead for years, so long is pain. The days passed like ghosts. Pat went for long walks over hills and fields in the evenings. trying to face her sorrow. seeing the loveliness of the crescent spring around her. She only SAW it. she could not FEEL it. Where was Bets who had walked with her last spring?
Everything had ended. And everything had to begin anew. That was the worst of it. How was one to begin anew when the heart had gone out of life?
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