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Triumph at any price is sweet to men and women--especially the latter

It was her first and last opportunity of repaying him for the cruel

contumely which she had borne at his hands so docilely

"Yes," she answered; and there was that in her subtly compounded nature

which made her feel a thrill of pride as she did so

Yet the htily belied her character she half

repented Her husband had turned as white as the wall behind him It

seemed as if all that remained to him of life and spirit had been

abstracted at a stroke Yet he did not move, and in his efforts at

self-control closed his ether as a vice His deterh she sa very reater than she

had expected her triumph had been Presently he looked across at

Winterborne

"Would it startle you to hear," he said, as if he hardly had breath to

utter the words, "that she as to me what he was to you is dead

also?"

"Dead--SHE dead?" exclai man is"

"Never!" said Grace, vehe the insinuation: "And I came back to try to

make it up with you--but--"