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It see to believe in the divinity of s of one or two old masters, or once

in a while perhaps in flesh and blood, transfiguring the face of soar woman whom, but for that, nobody would have called

beautiful But so chooses soles with and overpowers it, rending the

s the delicate beauty; and where you looked for the

illulory of motherhood, you find, as Tyson found,

a woman with a pitiful plain face and apathetic eyes--apathetic but for

the dull horror of life that wakes in the is pretty certain When he went

up to town (for he went, after all, when the baby was a week old), he

brought back with him a picture (a Madonna of Botticelli's, I think) in a

beautiful frame, as a present for his wife Poor little soul! I believe

she thought he had gone up on purpose to get it (it was so lovely that

he ht to find it); and she had it hung up

over the chimney-piece in her bedroo up or lying down

Nohether it was the soothing influence of that belief, or whether

Mrs Nevill Tyson, the ray eyes

of the mother of God when Nevill had pointed out their beauty, pointed

out, too, the paradox of the divine hands pressing the human breasts for

the milk of life, she revived so far as to take, or seeed in no ecstasies of maternal passion;

but as she nursed the little creature, her face began to show a serene

half-ruminant, half-spiritual content

He was very tiny, tinier than any baby she had ever seen, as well he