Then she started and walked quickly.

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Close by the stage-door, which was in a dark, narrow passage, stood a woman with veiled face, a shawl muffling the upper part of her body.
Since six o'clock she had been waiting about the spot, occasionally walking to a short distance, but always keeping her face turned towards the door.

One or two persons came up and entered; she observed them, but held aloof.

Another drew near.

The woman advanced, and, as she did so, freed one of her arms from the shawl.
'That you, Grace ?' said Clara, almost kindly, for in her victorious joy she was ready to be at peace with all the world.
The answer was something dashed violently in her face--something fluid and fiery--something that ate into her flesh, that frenzied her with pain, that drove her shrieking she knew not whither.
Late in the same night, a pointsman, walking along the railway a little distance out of the town, came upon the body of a woman, train-crushed, horrible to view.