After a little. 'Alice, I have been proud of what men called my loveliness. It makes every woman happy when men call her lovely. My Lord called me lovely. Send him, Alice, a lock of my hair. Tell him that I have never loved any other man.' She died. We buried her in the little burial-ground where lay the child we lost. We put up no headstone, but we planted the grave with white flowers. There is now another grave beside hers with more white flowers. It bears the name of Alice. To me it has been given to love two women at the same time, and that with equal love and equal respect and without blame or sin.