V + 

“May I see him,” she pleaded hysterically, “may I? Oh, may I, please?” + 

Mrs. Powers, seeing her face, said: “Why, child! What is it? What is it, darling?” + 

“Alone, alone. Please. May I? May I?” + 

“Of course. What⁠—” + 

“Thank you, thank you.” She sped down the hall and crossed the study like a bird. + 

“Donald, Donald! It’s Cecily, sweetheart. Cecily. Don’t you know Cecily?” + 

“Cecily,” he repeated mildly. Then she stopped his mouth with hers, clinging to him. + 

“I will marry you, I will, I will. Donald, look at me. But you cannot, you cannot see me, can you? But I will marry you, today, any time: Cecily will marry you, Donald. You cannot see me, can you, Donald? Cecily? Cecily?” + 

“Cecily?” he repeated. + 

“Oh, your poor, poor face, your blind, scarred face! But I will marry you. They said I wouldn’t, that I mustn’t, but yes, yes, Donald my dear love!” + 

Mrs. Powers, following her, raised her to her feet, removing her arms. “You might hurt him, you know,” she said. + 