Marian was an expert driver.

She drove with the same calm judgment and precision and graceful skill that she does everything else, but the curve was steep and something in the brakes was defective.
It broke with a snap and there was not a thing she could do.

Enough was left of the remains of the car to prove that.

Ten days afterward her head was almost as white as snow.

Before that it was as dark as mine.
But her body is just as young and her heart is just as young and her face is even more beautiful.