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out her hand, the right hand that had clung with such a grip to his

coat-sleeve and was thus left unhurt He stroked it and kissed it many

times over, he said what a pretty hand it was; and then, when he

reht of her, he cried again

"This exciteo away?"

whispered Mrs Wilcox to the nurse The nurse shook her head

Mrs Nevill Tyson had heard; she gave a queer little fluttering laugh

that was meant to be derisive and ended like a sob "If you went away,

both of you," said she, "I ht feel better"

They went away and left theer bent upon dying She had

conceived an immense hope--that old, old hope of the New Life They would

begin all over again and fro Had not Nevill's tears assured her that he loved her still, in

spite of what had been done to her? It takes so much to make a man cry

Mrs Nevill Tyson may have understood men; it is not so clear that she

knew all about senti

dead, all that was blind and selfish in her passion for Nevill had died

with it She was glad to be delivered from the torment of the senses, to

feel that the immortal hu and had the heart of a little child, she firone the sa

process