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Then the unhappy Grace regarded hi in his look which agonized her, in the rush of his

thoughts, accelerating their speed froh the universe of ideas like a comet--erratic,

inapprehensible, untraceable

Grace's distraction was alreat as his In a fewUnable to withstand her impulse, she

knelt down beside him, kissed his hands and his face and his hair,

exclai, in a low voice, "How could I? How could I?"

Her timid morality had, indeed, underrated his chivalry till now,

though she knew hirosser passions, his scrupulous delicacy, had never been

fully understood by Grace till this strange self-sacrifice in lonely

juxtaposition to her own person was revealed The perception of it

added so that was little short of reverence to the deep

affection for him of a woman who, herself, had more of Artemis than of

Aphrodite in her constitution

All that a tender nurse could do, Grace did; and the power to express

her solicitude in action, unconscious though the sufferer was, brought

her mournful satisfaction She bathed his hot head, wiped his

perspiring hands, ed

his heated skin, and administered whatever she could find in the house