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And at night, when she had heard herin the doorway Her father sat in his

heavy silence, like a monument He turned his head slowly

"Daddy," she cried fro as if her heart would break

"Daddy--daddy--daddy"

She crouched on the hearthrug with her ar and co hurt her head intolerably She sobbed almost with

hysteria

He was silent, with his hand on her shoulder His heart was

bleak He was not her father That beloved ie she had broken

Who was he then? A man put apart with those whose life has no

eneration between thereat deal of ash was in his fire, cold ash He felt the

inevitable coldness, and in bitterness forgot the fire He sat

in his coldness of age and isolation He had his oife And

he bla to

the young, wanting the young to belong to hi to him wanted her child-husband As was

natural And froht be properly fitted out But love she did not want

Why should there be love between theed

between theness to help each other? He

was her guardian, no more His heart was like ice, his face cold

and expressionless She could not move him any more than a

statue