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And I'm every bit as bad as he is, if they only knew." It was Mrs. Nevill Tyson's genius for this sort of remark that helped to make her reputation later on. In fact, nobody had fully realized the existence of Molly Wilcox till she burst on them as Mrs. Nevill Tyson. It was the first appearance of the bride and bridegroom on their return from their long honeymoon. Everybody remembers how Mrs.
Once up the slope Marr cracked his whip, the mules started into a trot, the horses of the escort broke into a canter, and amid the cheerful clatter of hoofs and the rattle of wheels we sped on our way as fresh as if we were just leaving Fort Whipple. A ride of twenty miles brought us to Tyson's Wells.
Ah-h! My poor child" she laid her hand on Mrs. Nevill Tyson's averted shoulder "you'll not fret, will you, now? No you're too brave, I know. The more I think of it the more I feel that it's all for the best. Think if he'd lived to be older you'd have cared more, and it would have been harder then when he was running about and playing. You can't have the same feeling for a little baby.
What was more, she was positively glad that it was gone, regarding the loss of it as the ransom for Tyson's soul. She was growing stronger every day now, and they were full of plans for their future. No attempt had been made to repair the damage done by the fire.
And that hidden hope of hers became a terror. Mrs. Nevill Tyson's soul was struggling with its immortality.
He had quarreled with his best friend; he had betrayed his wife and then left her; and he could come back with a twinkle in his eye. From where Stanistreet sat Mrs. Nevill Tyson's face was a profil perdu; but he could hear her breath fluttering in her throat like a bird. "Didn't I see you two at the 'Criterion' last night?" said Tyson. "What did you think of 'Rosemary, Molly?"
The raison d'être of Tyson's essay was to explain away the accounts of the older writers relating to Pigmy races, on the ground that, as no such races existed, an explanation of some kind was necessary in order to account for so many and such detailed descriptions as were to be found in their works.
Nevill Tyson's soul, after three days' intercourse with her husband's, was not a thing to trust implicitly. Without sinning it seemed unconsciously to reflect his sin. I can not tell you how that was; marriage is a great mystery. She understood him, though imperfectly; she understood many things now. Oh, he was right she looked the part; no wonder that he hated her.
This is not the place to deal with the scientific merit of the main body of Tyson's work, but it may at least be said that it was the first attempt which had been made to deal with the anatomy of any of the anthropoid apes, and that its execution shows very conspicuous ability on the part of its author.
In another minute he would have drawn her to him; he would have said the stupid, unutterable word. The thing had passed beyond his control. It had not happened by his will. She was Tyson's wife. Yes; and this was the third time he had been thrust into Tyson's place.
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