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Updated: May 19, 2025


"Well," said Glyn, whose rage seemed to have entirely evaporated, "I suppose that it would pretty well ruin you, at all events for this school. I don't want to be hard on you; but I can't help half-hating you, Slegge, for the way you have behaved to that poor little beggar Burton. Look here, Slegge, if you say honestly that you beg pardon " "Yes," cried the lad. "I do beg your pardon, Severn!"

And then thinking as men will think when they look on the figure of a fair girl marching serenely to a sacrifice, the horrors of which they insist that she ought to know: half-hating her for her calmness adoring her for her innocence: he said: 'It rests with you, Rose. The world will approve you, and if your conscience does, why farewell, and may heaven be your help. She murmured, 'Farewell.

They swarmed about her; one by one she recognized them: the woman who unable to bear up under her tragedy soon sinks into eternity or walks into it; the woman who disappears from the scene and somewhere under another name or with another lot lives on devoting herself to memory or to forgetfulness; the woman who stays on in the house, giving to the world no sign for the sake of everything else that still remains to her but living apart on the other side of the locked door; the woman who stays on without locking the door, half-hating, half-loving the accepted and rejected compromise; the woman who welcomes the end of the love-drama as the beginning of peace and the cessation of annoyances; the woman who begins to act her tragedy to servants and children and acquaintances reaping sympathy for herself and sowing ruin and torture for him; the woman who drops the care of house, ends his comforts, thus forcing the sharp reminder of her value as at least an investment toward his general well-being; the woman who endeavors to rekindle dying coals by fanning them with fresh fascinations; the woman who plays upon jealousy and touches the male instinct to keep one's own though little prized lest another acquire it and prize it more; the woman who sets a watch to discover the other woman: they swarmed about her, she identified each.

At intervals he made love in his violent, terrifying way; she endured, now half-liking it, now half-hating it and him, but always enduring, passive, as became a modest, inexperienced maiden, and with never a suggestion of her real thoughts upon her surface.

And then thinking as men will think when they look on the figure of a fair girl marching serenely to a sacrifice, the horrors of which they insist that she ought to know: half-hating her for her calmness adoring her for her innocence: he said: 'It rests with you, Rose. The world will approve you, and if your conscience does, why farewell, and may heaven be your help. She murmured, 'Farewell.

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