She slipped his folded letter between the two buttons of her plain black bodice, and leaning her forehead against a window-pane remained there till dusk, perfectly motionless, giving him all the time she could spare. Gone! Was it possible? My God, was it possible! The blow had come softened by the spaces of the earth, by the years of absence. There had been whole days when she had not thought of him at all--had no time. But she had loved him, she felt she had loved him, after all. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of End of the Tether, by Joseph Conrad