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Odd But some women are made so Marion Hathaas that sort--she stuck

like a leech

And now--the frivolous, feather-headed little wife, who her folly as al, she too--She appalled him with the terrific eternity of her

love Was it possible that this feeling, which he had despised as the

blind craving and clinging of the fe the supre than flesh and blood,

which in his way he still contrived to believe in? The idea made him

extremely uncomfortable, and he put it fronant backwater of the soul where the scuht rises to the

surface Molly was better thantranscendent about her virtues She loved him after the

manner of her kind

No--no--no She loved him as no other woman had ever loved hiainst the evidence of her

senses If she only knew! A diabolical impulse seized him to awaken her

then and there and force her to listen to a full confession of his

iniquities, without reticence and without apology Surely no wo revelation? But no; what other women

would do he would not undertake to say; she would only look at hi "It makes no difference"

Would he have cared more if she had cared less? On the whole--no And

what if she had been a woher, austerer type? That woman would

have repelled him, thrown him back upon himself She had drawn hiht back to her, again and again, by