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And he had once thought that Mrs Nevill Tyson adored her husband for his

(Stanistreet's) benefit There was this summer, and that moment in the

library at Thorneytoft--Mrs Nevill Tyson was beyond hi to understand her He was a ht to have understood

Ah--perhaps that was the reason of his failure!

He looked at her again She had shifted her position, turned her back on

the stage; her eyes were lowered, fixed on the program One ungloved ar by her

side, and under the white skin he could see the pulses leaping and

throbbing in the arteries, the delicate tissues of her bodice trembled

and shook Was it possible that in that frivolous little body, under

that corsage of lace and satin and whalebone, there beat one of those

rare and tragic passions, all-consu but itself? In that case--well, he felt so very

like awe before what he called her miraculous stupidity But no, it was

impossible; to believe it was to believe in o

lost his faith in the supernatural Women did not love like that

nowadays