‚ÄúGoodbye‚ÅÝ‚ÄîZora,‚Äù he sobbed, and was gone.
She did not look up, but knelt there silent, dry-eyed, till the last rustle of his going died in the night. And then, like a waiting storm, the torrent of her grief swept down upon her; she stretched herself upon the black and fleece-strewn earth, and writhed.