The Helpmate by May Sinclair
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"Well--will you tell her?" "Of course I will." "Make her see that I'm not necessarily an utter brute just because I----" "I'll make her see everything." "Forgive me for bothering you." "Dear--forgive me for breaking my promise and deceiving you." He bent to her weak arms. "I believe," she whispered, "the end will yet justify the means." "Oh--the end." He didn't see it; but he was convinced that there could hardly be a worse beginning. He went upstairs, where Anne lay in the agonies of her bilious attack. He found comfort, rather than gave it, by holding handkerchiefs steeped in eau-de-Cologne to her forehead. It gratified him to find that she would let him do it without shrinking from his touch. But Anne was past that. |
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