I've a couple of
kinchens in yonder rattler, whom I wish to place under old Sharples's care. ’ He smiled down at her. ” He said to her with as much
casualness as he could muster. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his
heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. ” She commanded. The overnight nervous strain began to tell; she became inattentive to the work
before her, and it did not get on. How
would he act when he learned that it had vanished?
She gathered up the manuscripts and restored them to the envelope. I don't think he'll come to
himself too soon. Perhaps some
one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek
with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. Life! Life and love! It makes me
want to be always young, always strong, always devoting my life—and dying
splendidly. But only inside, you understand, that one
cannot see it.
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