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reading He sat and watched her

Straight and still in her white draperies, she lay like a dead wo on her face, exaggerated

its pallor and discoloration He was fascinated by the very horror of it;

as he stared at her face it seeue and

insubstantial, till his strained gaze relaxed and shifted,in and out of a liquid

dusk of vision, till the sight of it became almost a malady of the

nerves And as she saw it noould see it all the days of his life

He felt like the living captive bound to the dead in some infernal

triu Beneath

that mask that was not Molly, Molly was alive She would live, she would

be young when he was long past e

He found it in hie

that had saved his life--for that Of all her rash and inconsiderate

actions this was the worst Courage had never forlory of the brute and the man, and she should have

left it to men and to brutes like him And yet if that detestable

"accident," as she called it, had happened to him, she would have loved

him all the better for it