ing s to slide quietly out of bed so as not to o “put on t, but  straiged  saring at .  out a s, as if mare, and to sob, “You’re a cruel  ions in Greek. It frig, and, no, s anyop it. It’s enoug s stop. An implacable accusing stare ened itself on , But I started it all for a good reason, didn’t I?

    And toget notice t srios and t o avoid looking at  iced, all right.

    Next day Mary asked ?”

    “I’ve never kept it up longer t I?” S evasive.

    It reatment. S go out at all but sat  silent, staring, not at Dmitri, for  t at t kno errible.   coming in till very late, because umbled around t   come home.

    “’s going on ri?” asks tom, meeting Mary in treet. “Are you having a quarrel?”

    “Not,” Mary says smiling, w.

    In bed t nig ri, don’t sulk.” “Go to ed, and blubbered noisily, in a  made e  of bed and laid t, and ting on  to go out, s t a nice breakfast for you.”

    At   use o me, so s up, I don’t  to .

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    Noold ory, and s one  up and do back toful pause, and pus foro Mary it seemed t t of tening and judging.

    “You’ve kept it up for t last,  told Mary srolling an extreme reaction.  never  friend. “tated helen. “No wonder he’s sick.”

    “Is he sick?”

    “Can’t you see for yourself?” said t beautiful at all. tting on an ugly  needed painting, and  a