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She sat there for almost an hour, her eyes fixed upon the points of light on the other shore. Then the wind ran cold fingers along her silk stockings so she jumped off the wall, landing softly among the bright pebbles of the sand.

“Diana!”

Breck was coming toward her, flushed with the excitement of his party.

“Diana! I want you to meet a man in my class at New Haven. His brother took you to a prom three years ago.”

She shook her head.

“I’ve got a headache; I’m going upstairs.”

Coming closer Breck saw that her eyes were glittering with tears.

“Diana, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing.”

“Something’s the matter.”

“Nothing, Breck. But oh, take care, take care! Be careful who you love.”

“Are you in love with—Charley Abbot?”

She gave a strange, hard little laugh.

“Me? Oh, God, no, Breck! I don’t love anybody. I wasn’t made for anything like love. I don’t even love myself anymore. It was you I was talking about. That was advice, don’t you understand?”

She ran suddenly toward the house, holding her skirts high out of the dew. Reaching her own room she kicked off her slippers and threw herself on the bed in the darkness.