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She was perpetually thinking now; she lay there weaving long chains of

reasoning from the flowers of her innocent fancy, chains so brittle and

insubstantial, they would have offered no support to any creature less

light than she If Tyson was more than usually sulky, that was the

serious side of hi out; if he was silent, well, everybody knows

that the deepest feelings are seldom expressed in words; if he was

atrociously irritable, it was no wonder, considering the strain he had

undergone, poor fellow She reminded herself how he had cried over her

like a child; she rehearsed that other scene of confession and

forgiveness--the tender, sacred words, the pro into the life of memory, while she told herself

that it could not pass It takes soman cry, you

know When doubts cau after she had gone tired to bed

(reading was so ), when Mrs Nevill Tyson, whose

attention wandered dreadfully, interrupted hiht when the accident happened? I mean--just

before the fire?"

He moaned out an incoherent assent

"And you reht?"

His only ansas a nervous movement of his feet

"Well, I've often wanted to tell you about that I know you didn't really

think there was anything between me and Louis, but--"

"Of course I didn't"

"I know--really Still it ht have made a difference I would have told