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"It's all very well to be so infernally polite But this sort of thing

wakes you up impolitely, and makes you ask impolite questions I suppose

I've seen men die by dozens--so have you--seen the at the ainst

death--and I can't say it particularly staggered my belief in my Maker

But when it comes to the women, somehow it seems more polite not to

believe in his on

purpose"

Stanistreet closed his eyes to shut out the sight of Tyson and his

eternal cigar, and the slow ical vieere not exactly the supreme interest of the moment

"Down there in the desert" (Tyson seereatabove the chimney-piece), "where

there's no end to the sand and the sky, and , this curious belief in the infinite see; it siets

crowded out soot to

live in, and work in, and die in It's beastly business thinking, though

I fancy old Tennyson got very near the mark-"'Perplexed in faith, but pure in deeds

At last he beat his music out;

There lives more faith in honest doubt,

Believe me, than in half--'"

There was a sharp bitter cry, stifled in the instant of its utterance,

and Tyson started to his feet His mouth worked convulsively "My God!

I don't care who's responsible for this filthy world Nobody but a fiend

could take that little thing and torture her so Think of it, Louis!"

"I' not to think of it It's damnable as you say, but--other