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"Of course it hasn't"

"Nothing can ot up and walked up and down the room Poor Mrs

Nevill Tyson, she had put his idea into words She had suggested that

there was a difference, and suggestion is a fatal thing to an unsteady

mind In that moment of fearful introspection he said to himself that it

was all very well for her to say there was no difference There was a

difference She was not exactly lying on a bed of roses; but in the

nature of things her lot was easier than his There was no comparison

between the man's case and the woman's He had not sunk into that

serene apathy which is nine-tenths of a woman's virtue He was not an

invalid--neither was he a saint It is not necessary to be a saint in

order to be a martyr; poor devils have their martyrdom Why could not

women realize these si

the impossible?

His face was very red when he turned round and answered "I can't talk

about it, Molly God knohat I feel"

This was the way he helped to support that little fiction of theemotions, frost-bound in an iain, and she fell asleep at the sound of the