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Poor Sibyl. What a romance it had all been. She had often mimicked death on the stage. Then Death himself had touched her and taken her with him. How had she played that dreadful last scene. Had she cursed him, as she died. No; she had died for love of him, and love would always be a sacrament to him now. She had atoned for everything by the sacrifice she had made of her life.