Her mouth tremored. Her hands reached open before her. They clasped. She drew her hands in upon her breasts: and as they pressed, her eyes blazed with anguish as if she held flame to her flesh. She pressed ... she pressed. Her face broke.... Then, from the wreckage of her features there was born a smile making them clear and sharp, making them fair and high. A Light shone in them. _1916-1921_ Typographical errors corrected by the etext transcriber: stook still=> stood still {pg 57} football thrust her=> footfall thrust her {pg 86} Take the chancet=> Take the chance {pg}106