What is it, Angel? she said, starting up. Have they come for me?Yes, dearest, he said. They have come.It is as it should be, she murmured. Angel, I am almost glad—yes, glad! This happiness could not have lasted. It was too much. I have had enough; and now I shall not live for you to despise me!She stood up, shook herself, and went forward, neither of the men having moved.I am ready, she said quietly.