HER FATE "How extraordinary men are!" Violet stretched her arms high above her head and let them fall.

Her eyes were turned contemplatively towards the sinking sun.

"This man for instance who might have been--who should have been--my father.

He loved her, you know; he must have loved her, or he wouldn't have remained single all these years.

And she worshipped him.
Yet on the very eve of marriage--he jilted her.