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She felt as if this ere cal of support, which was te her to close her eyes deliciously

and let herself be carried on and on into the unknown undefiled by vile

experiences, were less certain, had wavered threateningly She tried to

read soetic kindly face to which she

had become accusto its expression Scared, discouraged on the threshold of

adolescence, plunged in moral misery of the bitterest kind, she had not

learned to read--not that sort of language

If Anthony's love had been as egoistic as love generally is, it would

have been greater than the egoisenerosity, if

you like--and all this could not have happened He would not have hit

upon that renunciation at which one does not knohether to grin or

shudder It is true too that then his love would not have fastened

itself upon the unhappy daughter of de Barral But it was a love born of

that rare pity which is not akin to conte capacity for tenderness--the tenderness of the

fiery kind--the tenderness of silent solitary men, the voluntary,

passionate outcasts of their kind At the time I am forced to think that

his vanityeyes she has," he said to hi at hi slowly from a