Perhaps the angels may have picked up the pieces.Ĭome Croaker, pleaded Maurice again. Now, a well-colored pipe is to a smoker a precious possessionbut the impulse was so natural, the emotion so generous, that every smoker, and the excise office itself, would have pardoned this crime of treason to tobacco. I will go and find out where the wine is hidden. Leave me four to look after provisions, to do the cooking and to set the table. He came out of his abstraction with a start and glanced at her, almost guiltily. Then if it was removed it was while you were within a dozen yards of it? Only yesterday his sister had made tidy the flower beds that flanked the house but the melons, the vegetables,they were not done, and that would make no noise. Both mother and sister had reminded him repeatedly, but he had forgotten. What more might he do to hasten the Saturday work? He could not chop the kindling or fill the wood boxes.

The fire and strength, the depth of passion of a love which I had never even suspected, with all my imagined experience in the world, left me no alternative but to respond or send her away. Whatever it had been, pity, a sudden tenderness for sorrow, or the more brutal instinct of gratified vanity, it was all the same now, and unless I wished to bruise an innocent heart my path lay marked before me.

It was too late now for me to regret what had occurred during the day. What difference doessit make? Even if every-thing Ive said isswrong, can you think of a better way to live?

Relive or re live