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She turned indoors so that he should not see her tears She

sat down to table Presently he came into the scullery His

movements jarred on her, as she heard the, so cruel! How she hated to hear

him! How he hated her! How his hatred was like blows upon her!

The tears were coain

He came in, his face wooden and lifeless, fixed, persistent

He sat down to tea, his head dropped over his cup, uglily His

hands were red from the cold water, and there were rims of earth

in his nails He went on with his tea

It was his negative insensitiveness to her that she could not

bear, soence was

self-absorbed How unnatural it was to sit with a self-absorbed

creature, like so could touch his into

his own self

The tears were running down her face So up at her with his hateful, hard, bright

eyes, hard and unchanging as a bird of prey

"What are you crying for?" cah her wo for?" caain, in just

the same tone And still there was silence, with only the sniff

of her tears