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He put the diary into his dispatch-box It was found there afterwards,

and published with a few other letters Everybody knows that sihtforward record; it shows Tyson at his bravest and his best If he

had tried to separate the little gold of his life from the dross of it he

could not have succeeded better He looked over the postscript hurriedly

When he ca

women call love," he compared it with the other letter, "There would have

been far more excuse for me if I had been simply incapable of the

feeling" The two statements did not exactly tally; but what else could

he say? And it was too late to mend it now

He laid down the sheets and opened Stanistreet's letter It was short; it

gave the news of Molly's death with a few details, and these words: "In

any case itaway an before you left--the fever was hanging about her; and they say her

brain could never have been very strong"

He sat staring at the canvas of the tent till it glowed a purplish

criainst the dawn The air choked him; it reeked with pestilence

and death O God! the futility of everything he had ever done! The lie he

had written was futile; it had co out here was

futile; he had come too soon If he had waited another three weeks he