Women in Love

Yet why be afraid? It was bound to happen. To be murdered! He looked

round in terror at the snow, the rocking, pale, shadowy slopes of the

upper world. He was bound to be murdered, he could see it. This was the

moment when the death was uplifted, and there was no escape.

Lord Jesus, was it then bound to be--Lord Jesus! He could feel the blow

descending, he knew he was murdered. Vaguely wandering forward, his

hands lifted as if to feel what would happen, he was waiting for the

moment when he would stop, when it would cease. It was not over yet.

He had come to the hollow basin of snow, surrounded by sheer slopes and

precipices, out of which rose a track that brought one to the top of

the mountain. But he wandered unconsciously, till he slipped and fell

down, and as he fell something broke in his soul, and immediately he

went to sleep.