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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904
Year: 1904 (1900s)
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
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ed him to lie down on it, then sheknelt by his side. He had done what she asked docilely.He could not believe his senses that hewas being soothed, taken care of as onebeloved and cherished! He regarded herwith stupefaction. If this were compas-sion only, it seemed a holy thing to him;if it were tenderness, he did not wantto see it any longer and be robbed of itat the end. I think you dont understand, hesaid, slowly; you dont take it in,Edith. 1 have lost everything in theworld. , , . She smiled faintly. I dont believeI do—I dont believe I have tried to takeit in; I can only think of how you musthave suffered, to be like this. The kindly, chivalrous man, so longdenied his rightful bread, found it toostrange to accept that at the momentof his downfall, when he had nothing butpoverty to offer, she should suddenly bringhim to her heart. He said with an effort: Delevan came to my office to-day;I refused to see him. She waited, and as he did not speakagain she felt she must say something.
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YES-1 KNOW, I UNDERSTAND 526 HARPERS MONTHLY MAGAZINE. I know . . . that he went; he wantedto say that all he had was at yourservice. . . . He need not cross yourpath again. I have told him to-nightthat I shall not see him any more. Of what her short sentence, all saidin one breath, revealed to him, her hus-band gave no sign. A low flush cameinto his cheek; his love for her shookhim; his desire that his belief in hershould be perfect was the greatest thingin the world. I thought, he said, that you wouldbe terribly cut up at this, and that itwould be a relief to be free. He stopped. It was as bald as hisdelicacy would let him present it tohis wife. It seemed the best way all around,he finished, huskily. She lifted one of his hands and laid itto her cheek, and said, after a second ofsilence, with great feeling: I can never tell you how bitterly Iam regretting your suffering, and theyears you have spent trying to makemoney that has done us only harm andwhich is lost in a day—how I am b

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