ON THE BRINK "Is that you, Allegro?
There is no one with you ?" Violet raised herself from her pillows, turning a haggard face to meet her friend.

She looked as if years had passed over her.

Her great eyes shone out of dark circles.

They looked beyond Olga in evident apprehension.
"It's only me, darling," said Olga, going swiftly to her.
Feverish hands caught and held her.

"Goodness, child! How cold you are!" exclaimed Violet.