Patricia Wentworth,
A Wedding Day
(1911)
“ Elizabeth set down the lamp, knelt in the dust and caught his hand in hers, which trembled now. In that twilight place of her imagining they had met, she knew that once and for all, and with the knowledge apathy melted from her heart, and with a warm rush came back the desire for life. If death had let them go, should they not take their lives? ”
