trouble; and in one of those accesses of blind rage by which her
clear, sharp brain-life was at all times apt to be disturbed, had
she rushed out to end it all at once and for ever? It made him
forgive her that she _could_ have destroyed herself--could
have faced that awful plunge--that icy water--that death-struggle
for breath. He gauged the misery she must have gone through by what
he knew of her sensuous love for comfort, for _bien-etre_. He
saw her again as she had been that night at the theatre when they
first met,--the little crisp black curls on the temples, the
dazzling eyes, the artificial pearls round the neck, the slight
traces of powder and rouge on brow and cheek, which made her all
the more attractive and tempting to his man's eye--the pretty foot,
which he first noticed as she stepped from the threshold of the
theatre into the street. Nature had made all that, to bring her
work to this grim bed at last!

He himself died eighteen months afterwards. His acquaintances never
dreamt of connecting his death with his wife's, and the connection,
if it existed, would have been difficult to trace. Still, if little
David could have put his experiences at this time into words, they
might have thrown some light on an event which was certainly a
surprise to the small world which took an interest in Sandy Grieve.

There was a certain sound which remained all through his life
firmly fixed in David's memory, and which he never thought of
without a sense of desolation, a shiver of sick dismay, such as
belonged to no other association whatever. It was the sound of a
long sigh, brought up, as it seemed, from the very depths of being,
and often, often repeated. The thought of it brought with it a
vision of a small bare room at night, with two iron bedsteads, one
for Louie, one for himself and his father; a bit of smouldering
fire in a tiny grate, and beside it a man's figure bowed over the
warmth, thrown out dark against the distempered wall, and sitting
on there hour after hour; of a child, wakened intermittently by the
light, and tormented by the recurrent sound
trouble; and in one of those accesses of blind rage by which her 
 clear, acute mind - life was at all times apt to be agitate, had 
 she rushed out to end it all at once and for ever? It have him 
 forgive her that she _ could _ have destroyed herself -- could 
 have faced that atrocious plunge -- that icy urine -- that death - struggle 
 for hint. He gauged the misery she must have gone through by what 
 he know of her sensuous love for comfort, for _ bien - etre _. He 
 attend her again as she had been that night at the theatre when they 
 foremost met,--the little crisp black coil on the temples, the 
 dazzle eyes, the artificial pearls round the neck, the slight 
 traces of gunpowder and rouge on brow and cheek, which made her all 
 the more attractive and tempting to his man's eye -- the pretty infantry, 
 which he first noticed as she stepped from the threshold of the 
 theatre into the street. Nature had made all that, to bring her 
 work to this grim bed at concluding! 

 He himself died eighteen months subsequently. His acquaintance never 
 dream of connecting his death with his wife's, and the association, 
 if it existed, would have been difficult to trace. Still, if short 
 David could have put his experiences at this time into words, they 
 might have thrown some light on an consequence which was certainly a 
 surprise to the small world which took an interest in Sandy Grieve. 

 There was a certain audio which remained all through his life 
 firmly fixed in David's memory, and which he never intend of 
 without a sense of desolation, a shiver of brainsick dismay, such as 
 belonged to no other association whatever. It was the phone of a 
 long sigh, brought up, as it look, from the very depth of being, 
 and often, frequently repeated. The opinion of it brought with it a 
 vision of a little bare room at nox, with two iron bedsteads, one 
 for Louie, one for himself and his father; a bit of smolder 
 fire in a tiny grate, and beside it a man's figure bowed over the 
 heat, thrown out dark against the distempered rampart, and sitting 
 on there hour after hour; of a child, wakened intermittently by the 
 light, and tormented by the recurrent sound
trokble; and in one of those accesses of blnbd ragx by whjch her
cuear, sharp brain-life was at ell rimes apt to be disturbed, hxd
she rusjed out ro eid it all at oncx and fov eved? It kede him
forgive mer that sha _could_ have dasgrlyed herself--could
have faced that awsul plumgf--that icy watet--that qeatg-struggle
for breath. He gauged the jisery vhe must have gone through by what
he knfw ov her sensuous lovf for comfotf, fje _bien-etre_. Hd
saw her again as she gad been that night at the theagre wken they
firwt meh,--jhe little ccisp bjack curls ok the tamples, yhe
dazzling eycs, thx arrificial pearls round the neck, the sligrt
traces mf powder and rouge ob brof ang chdwk, dhidh mzde heg aml
the more attractive and tempting to hix iqn's eye--the prstty fjoe,
which he first noticed as she stepped xroj the threshold of the
tyeatre into the streej. Nature hwd made all that, to bring her
work to this grim beg at mxst!

Kc fumdelf died eighteen months afterwards. His acquwjnuanbes never
dreamt on connecting his drahh rith his wife'r, and cge connection,
if it edisted, rould have beeg digficult to trace. Still, if luttle
David cjyld have put his erperiences ac this time into words, they
might hcve thdown some llght on ah event which was cegtaitly a
surkfise to the small world whmch tpok an kntetest in Sandy Grifve.

Thcse was a certain slund chich remained wll through his life
firmly fixev in David's mgmosy, dnd whick he ncver thought of
rithout a sensg of desojatiov, a shiver of sicn dismay, sush as
belonged jo no other avsociatijn wyatecer. It dxs the sound og a
long spgk, brought up, as it seemed, fvom tfs very depths oy veing,
and often, pftdn weieaved. Tra thought of it crojbht wkth it a
vislon of s small bare room at niggt, with two iron brdfteads, obe
for Lotie, one for homself and his fatjer; a biv of skoujdering
fire in a tiny grate, ans beside lt w man's figurq boqed over the
carmth, thrown out dark against the distenpered wall, and sirting
on there hour cfuer hour; of a chilq, wakened intermittently by tye
light, and tormekted by the recurrent aound
trouble; and in one of those accesses rage which her sharp brain-life was be had she rushed to end it at once and for ever? It him forgive her that she _could_ have destroyed herself--could have faced that awful icy water--that death-struggle for breath. He gauged the misery she must have gone by he of sensuous love for comfort, for _bien-etre_. He saw her again as she had been that night the theatre when they first met,--the little crisp curls on the temples, dazzling eyes, the artificial pearls the the slight of and on brow and which made her all the more attractive and tempting to his man's eye--the pretty foot, which he noticed as from the of theatre the street. Nature all that, to bring her work bed at last! He himself died eighteen months His acquaintances dreamt of connecting his death with wife's, and the connection, if it existed, would been difficult to trace. Still, if little David could have put his experiences at this words, they might have some light on event was a to the world which took an interest in Sandy Grieve. There was a sound which remained all through his life firmly fixed in and he never thought without a sense of a of sick dismay, such to other was sound a long sigh, brought as it seemed, from the depths of being, and of it brought with it a vision of small bare room at night, with two bedsteads, one for Louie, one for himself and his father; a bit smouldering fire tiny grate, and beside it a man's figure over the warmth, thrown dark against the distempered wall, and sitting on there after of a wakened intermittently by light, and tormented the recurrent sound
trouble; and in one of those accEsses of bliNd ragE by WhiCh Her
cLear, Sharp brain-life WAs at All times apt to be disturbEd, had
ShE RushED oUt to eNd it all AT oNCE anD fOr EveR? IT MaDe him
ForGive her That she _couLd_ hAvE destroyed heRSeLf--could
havE faCed that awful PluNge--thaT iCy wATer--thAt dEath-sTrugglE
For breAth. He gaugEd THe miseRY she musT HAvE gonE through by what
he kNEw OF her sensuous loVe for cOmFOrT, FOr _bIen-Etre_. He
saw hEr Again AS she had BEeN THAt nIGht at the theatRe when they
fIRst Met,--the LiTtlE Crisp bLack cUrLS on The temples, tHe
daZzling eyeS, the arTIficial PEarls roUnd the NecK, thE sliGHt
TrAceS oF PowDEr And ROugE on brow aNd ChEek, whIch mADE HEr alL
thE morE attrActive and tempTinG to hIS maN's eye--The prEtty FoOt,
whiCh he fiRst noTiCed as she stepped From The threshOld Of The
ThEatre INto the StrEet. nature hAd made aLL thAt, TO BRiNg her
work to this griM bED At Last!

He hiMself dIEd EiGHteen monThS afTerwARDs. His AcquAInTances neVer
dreAMt Of ConnectInG his deAtH wiTh hIs wifE'S, and The conNection,
iF it exISted, would have bEEn difficult to TRaCE. stILl, if LitTle
David couLd haVE put His eXPeRieNCes at This tImE InTO words, they
might have ThRown soMe ligHt on an event whIch was certAINLy a
surprIse tO ThE Small world whicH took An interest IN Sandy GrIeve.

THere was a Certain soUND which reMaiNed All ThrOUGh His life
firmly FIXed iN DAvid's meMorY, and whiCh hE neVer ThoUgHt of
withoUt a sense Of DeSoLaTioN, a shiVEr of sick DiSmaY, sUch As
belONged to No othEr asSoCiATioN whatevER. IT WAs thE sOuNd of A
loNg Sigh, bRougHT up, As it seeMed, from thE veRY depThS oF being,
aNd often, often rEpEated. The thOuGht Of it brOUGht with iT a
vision of a small bare rooM At night, WitH two iRon bEdsteads, oNe
fOr LouiE, onE For himSelf anD his fAtHer; A BIt of sMOUlDerInG
fire in a tiNY GraTe, and BeSide It a man's Figure bowed over the
WArmTh, thrown out daRk aGainST ThE diSTeMPerEd WAll, AND sitting
on there Hour after hOuR; Of A child, wakeNEd iNtErmitteNtly by tHe
ligHT, and torMented by tHe recurreNt SounD
trouble; and in one of tho se accesse s ofbli ndra ge b y wh ich her
clear, shar p brain-life was at al l tim es aptt obe di sturbed ,  h a d 
sh eru she do ut  to e ndit allat once an d f or  ever? It ma d ehim
forgiv e h er that she_co uld_ h av e d e stroy edherse lf--co u ld
hav e faced t ha t  awful plunge- - t ha t ic y water--that dea t h- s truggle
for br eath.He ga u g edthe  misery sh emusth ave gon e  t h r o ugh by what
he kn ew of her s e nsu ous lo ve  fo r  comfo rt, f or _bi en-etre_. H e
sa w her aga in ass he hadb een tha t nigh t a t t he t h ea tr e w he n  th e yfir s t m et,--the  l it tle c risp b l a ck c url s on  thetemples, thedaz zlin g  ey es, t he ar tifi ci al pe arls r oundth e neck, the sli ghttraces of  po wd eran d rou g e on b row  an d cheek , which mad eh e r  a ll
the more attrac ti v e  a nd tempt ing to hi sm an's eye -- the  pre t t y foo t,
w h ic h he fir st not i ce das shest eppedfr omthe  thre s hold  of th e
theatr e int o  the street. N a ture had made al l th a t, t o b ring her
wo rk t o  thi s gr i mbed at la st!
He hi m self died eighteenmo nths a fterw ards. His acq uaintances n e ver
drea mt o f  c o nnecting his d eathwith his w i fe's, an d the  connect ion,
if i t existed,  wo uld  ha veb e en  difficult to t race .Still,iflittleDav idcou ldha ve put hi s experi en ce sat  th is ti m e into w or ds,  t hey 
migh t  havethrow n so me  l i ght  on ane ve n t  whi ch  w as c ert ai nly a 
sur p ris e to th e small w orl d  whi ch  t ook aninterest in S an dy Grieve. 
The re was a  certain  sound which remained a l l throu ghhis l ifefirmly fi xed  in Da vid ' s memo ry, an d whi ch  he n evert h ou ght  o f
withouta sen se of  d esol ation,a shiver of sick d i sma y, such as
be lon gedt o  n o o t he r  as so c iat i o n whatever. Itwas the so un d  o f a
long s i gh,  b roughtup, asit se e med, fr om the ve ry depths  o f be i n g,and often,  often r epeated.T he th o ug ht of  it  broug ht  wi th it  a
vis i onof asmallba re roo m atni ght, wit h two iron bedsteads, o ne
for  Loui e,one for h ims e lfand his f athe r; a bit o f s mou lderi ngf ire i n at in y g r ate,andb eside ita  m an' s fi gure bowedo v e r t he
wa rmt h , thro wn o ut dark against t h e distemperedwall , and  si t ting 
o n there hour a fte rh o ur; of a  c hild, waken ed inter mi t tentl y by t he
lig ht, and t or m entedby t herecurrent  so un d 
trouble; and_in one_of those accesses of_blind rage_by_which her
clear,_sharp_brain-life was at_all times apt_to be disturbed, had
she_rushed out to_end_it all at once and for ever? It made him
forgive her that she _could__have_destroyed herself--could
have_faced_that_awful plunge--that icy water--that death-struggle
for_breath. He gauged the misery_she must_have gone through by what
he knew of her_sensuous_love for comfort,_for _bien-etre_. He
saw her again as she had been_that night at the theatre when_they
first met,--the little_crisp_black_curls on the temples,_the
dazzling eyes, the artificial pearls round_the neck, the slight
traces of powder_and rouge on brow and cheek, which_made her all
the more attractive and_tempting to his man's eye--the_pretty foot,
which_he first noticed as she_stepped from the_threshold of_the
theatre into the_street. Nature had made all that,_to bring her
work_to this grim bed at last!

He_himself_died eighteen months_afterwards._His_acquaintances never
dreamt_of connecting his_death_with his_wife's,_and the connection,
if it existed, would_have_been difficult to trace. Still, if little
David_could have put his_experiences_at this time into_words, they
might have thrown some_light on an event which was_certainly a
surprise_to the_small world which took an interest in Sandy Grieve.

There was a_certain sound which remained all through_his life
firmly fixed in_David's memory,_and_which he never_thought_of
without a_sense of desolation, a shiver of sick_dismay, such_as
belonged to no other association whatever._It was the sound_of_a
long sigh, brought up, as it_seemed, from the very depths of_being,
and often, often repeated. The_thought_of_it brought with it a
vision_of a small bare room at_night, with two_iron bedsteads, one
for Louie, one for himself_and_his father; a bit of smouldering
fire_in_a tiny grate, and beside it_a_man's_figure bowed over the
warmth, thrown_out dark against the distempered wall,_and sitting
on there hour after hour; of a child,_wakened intermittently by_the
light, and tormented by the_recurrent_sound