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when the events which should keep time won't turn up according to schedule. She went through the daily rite and it still fortified her. There was just as much reason for going on with it as when it was begun, just as much reason for being ready for "a fate worse than death:" More countries were going under the machine and more populations were engulfed. Their cries rose out of the daily paper megaphoned by propaganda. She was never permitted to forget. But something else was creeping into her drill. It was becoming something of an end in itself-more ritual than drill. As, day by day and week by week, she withdrew to what she was now calling her boat drill, as torpedoed ships and fear of starvation by blockade began again to figure more in the press and in talk than the invasion itself, she found dread beginning to fade, to modulate-she could hardly believe it-almost into disappointment.
The first time she recognized it was when, as the first step in her ritual, after she had locked her door, she went to the window to make her official inspection of the village street a mile away and to draw down the sash. Her rule ran: When, on looking down to the main street, it is seen to be empty of all save those deadly gray or black uniforms, then the rite is to be completed and the "mystery celebrated." But, as she looked down at the village, she realized she could scarcely see it, so misty was it; and the near-by trees at which she glanced were almost leafless. A whole season was gone. The dreadful, incongruous beauty of summer had vanished. The protective fog and cloud were here.
Still, the news was desperate. She could not stop her practice. In the common room several people had remarked that she really seemed quite serene. She knew on what her serenity

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