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As for Tyson, he had not a doubt on the subject Oneher with a feverish, inter the counterpane, and the droop

of the beautiful right hand--the one beautiful thing about her now He

remembered how he used to tease her about that little white spot on her

wrist, and how she used to laugh and shake down her ruffles or her

bangles to hide it Even now she had the old trick; she had drawn the

sleeve of her night-gown over it, as she felt his gaze resting on it

Strange--though she was still sensitive about that tiny blee in her face He wondered if she

realized how irreparably her beauty was destroyed, and as he wondered he

looked away, lest his eyes should wake that consciousness in her He had

no idea how long they had been alone together Time was not measured by

words, for neither had spoken much He had taken Henley's "Verses" at

haphazard fro here

and there, in the fastidious fashion of a man in no mind for any ideas

but his own Presently he broke out in a voice that throbbed thickly with

eht that covers ods may be

For my unconquerable soul--"

He had found the music that ate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate;

I am the captain of my soul"

Some clumsy movement of his foot shook the bed and jarred her She drew

in her breath sharply

"God forgive ?"