Bella Donna - A Novel by Robert Smythe Hichens
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"The lonely women. Ah! no man will ever know how unhappy." There was a moment of silence. Something in the sound of Mrs. Chepstow's voice as she said the last words almost compelled a silence. For the first time since he had been with her that night Meyer Isaacson felt that perhaps he had caught a glimpse of her true self, had drawn near to the essential woman. The waiter brought their coffee, and Mrs. Chepstow added, with a little laugh: "Even a meal eaten alone is no pleasure to a woman. To-night, till you came to take pity upon me, I should have been far happier with 'something on a tray' in my own room. But now I feel quite convivial. Isn't the coffee here good?" Suddenly she looked cheerful, almost gay. Happiness seemed to blossom within her. "Never mind if you lie awake for once, Doctor Isaacson," she continued, looking across at him. "You will have done a good action; you will have cheered up a human being who had been feeling down on her luck. That talk I had with a doctor had depressed me most horribly, although I told myself that I didn't believe a word he said." Meyer Isaacson sipped his coffee and said nothing. "I think one of the wickedest things one can do in the world is to try |
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