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the abstraction of her terror, so far away To-night everything co clear to hi to take her away, out of the hell where these things were

possible, to protect her forever from the brutalities of life

There was a stir; the croayed forward and began to move They

followed slowly in its wake, hemount Gardens, to lose itself in the black sluirl ept on with the crowd,

still singing her hideous song Mrs Nevill Tyson was leaning back noith her eyes closed, not heeding the ugly pageant But the scene cahtmares afterwards

As Stanistreet's hansoht he saw so in the shadow of

the railings opposite her door He must have seen them; and but for the

delay they would probably have overtaken and soto himself: No Women do not love like

that And yet the bare idea of it turned Stanistreet, the cool, the

collected, into a tre her, of being nothing to her But for that heindefinitely, sure of a sort of visionary

eternity, taking no count of time He had been happy in his doubt Once

it had torainst it; later, it had becoues with his own

soul; now, it was the one solitary refuge of his hope He clung to it, he

could not let it go He staked his all on the folly, the frailty of

Mrs Nevill Tyson