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The Clash

           Heworealooknowshehadneverseenonhisfacebeforeahard,wintry,dynamicflare,whichnoonebuthiscommercialenemies,andonlythoseoccasionally,hadseen.

           "Nowstop!"heexclaimed."Notonemoreword!Notone!Doyouhearme?"

           Shewavered,quailed,gaveway.Allthefuryofhertempestuoussoulfell,astheseafallsunderalapseofwind.Shehadhaditinheart,onherlips,tocryagain,"Youdog!youbrute!"andahundredotherterrible,uselessthings,butsomehow,underthepressureofhisgaze,thehardnessofhisheart,thewordsonherlipsdiedaway.Shelookedathimuncertainlyforamoment,then,turning,shethrewherselfonthebednearby,clutchedhercheeksandmouthandeyes,and,rockingbackandforthinanagonyofwoe,shebegantosob:

           "Oh,myGod!myGod!Myheart!Mylife!Iwanttodie!Iwanttodie!"

           Standingtherewatchingher,theresuddenlycametoCowperwoodakeensenseofhersoulhurt,herhearthurt,andhewasmoved.

           "Aileen,"hesaid,afteramomentortwo,comingoverandtouchingherquitegently,"Aileen!Don’tcryso.Ihaven’tleftyouyet.Yourlifeisn’tutterlyruined.Don’tcry.Thisisbadbusiness,butperhapsitisnotwithoutremedy.Comenow,pullyourselftogether,Aileen!"

           Foranswershemerelyrockedandmoaned,uncontrolledanduncontrollable.

           Beinganxiousaboutconditionselsewhere,heturnedandsteppedoutintothehall

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