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           Shehadnotnursedsoldierswithoutlearningsomethingaboutthatveryunpleasantdisease.

           ShewasalittleimpatientofSirClifford.Anymaninhissensesmusthaveknownhiswifewasinlovewithsomebodyelse,andwasgoingtoleavehim.Even,shewassure,SirCliffordwasinwardlyabsolutelyawareofit,onlyhewouldn’tadmitittohimself.Ifhewouldhaveadmittedit,andpreparedhimselfforit:orifhewouldhaveadmittedit,andactivelystruggledwithhiswifeagainstit:thatwouldhavebeenactinglikeaman.Butno!heknewit,andallthetimetriedtokidhimselfitwasn’tso.Hefeltthedeviltwistinghistail,andpretendeditwastheangelssmilingonhim.Thisstateoffalsityhadnowbroughtonthatcrisisoffalsityanddislocation,hysteria,whichisaformofinsanity.’Itcomes’,shethoughttoherself,hatinghimalittle,’becausehealwaysthinksofhimself.He’ssowrappedupinhisownimmortalself,thatwhenhedoesgetashockhe’slikeamummytangledinitsownbandages.Lookathim!’

           Buthysteriaisdangerous:andshewasanurse,itwasherdutytopullhimout.Anyattempttorousehismanhoodandhispridewouldonlymakehimworse:forhismanhoodwasdead,temporarilyifnotfinally.Hewouldonlysquirmsofterandsofter,likeaworm,andbecomemoredislocated.

           Theonlythingwastoreleasehisself-pity.LiketheladyinTennyson,hemustweeporhemustdie.

           SoMrsBoltonbegantoweepfirst.Shecoveredherfacewithherhandandburstintolittlewildsobs.