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Tyson returned by the end of the folloeek He found his wife in the

big hall She was standing by the fireplace, with one foot on the

curbstone of the hearth, the other lifted a little to the blaze Her ar the chimney-piece, her head drooped over them Her back was

towards him as he came in, and she did not turn at the sound of his

footsteps He went up to her, put his arently into the library She had started violently at his touch, but she

made no resistance He meant to kiss and comfort her

"Darling," he said, "I fully cut up Tell ar"

He held her closer His breath was like flahed--a short hard cough

She pushed against his arm and broke from him Then she turned "Don't

speak of him! Don't speak of him!"

"I won't, dear, if you'd rather not Only don't think I didn't care"

"Don't tell me you cared!" She held her arms outstretched, the hands

clenched Her small body was tense with passion "Don't tell me It's

a lie You never cared You hated him from the first You kept me from

him lest I should love him better than you You would have taken me away

and left him here You were cruel And you knew it You stayed away