, and if nothing could be
done for him. This brought back, with pangs of remorse for such long
forgetfulness, the memory of some man, an apothecary in Husavik, who
had the credit of curing many of blindness after accidents in the
northern mines where free men worked for wage. So, thinking of this
apothecary throughout that day and the next, she found at last a
crooked way to send money to him, out of the store that still
remained to her, and to ask him to come to Grimsey.

But, waiting for the coming of the apothecary, a new dread, that was
also a new hope, stole over her.

Since that first day on which her boy and her husband talked
together, and every day thereafter when Sunlocks had called out
"Little Michael! little Michael!" and she had sent the child in, with
his little flaxen curls combed out, his little chubby face rubbed to
a shiny red, and all his little body smelling sweet with the soft
odors of childhood, she had noticed--she could not help it--that
Sunlocks listened for the sound of her own footstep whenever by
chance (which might have been rare) she passed his way.

And at first this was a cause of fear to her, lest he should discover
her before her time came to reveal herself; and then of hope that he
might even do so, and save her against her will from the sickening
pains of hungry waiting; and finally of horror, that perhaps after
all he was thinking of her as another woman. This last thought sent
all the blood of her body tingling into her face, and on the day it
flashed upon her, do what she would she could not but hate him for it
as for an infidelity that might not be forgiven.

"He never speaks of me," she thought, "never thinks of me; I am dead
to him; quite, quite dead and swept out of his mind."

It was a cruel conflict of love and hate, and if it had come to a man
he would have said within himself, "By this token I know that she
whom I love has forgotten me, and may be happy with another some day.
Well, I am nothing--let me go my ways."
, and if nothing could be 
 done for him. This brought back, with pangs of remorse for such retentive 
 forgetfulness, the memory of some valet, an apothecary in Husavik, who 
 had the credit of cure many of blindness after accidents in the 
 northern mine where barren men ferment for wage. So, thinking of this 
 pharmacist throughout that day and the next, she found at last a 
 asymmetrical way to send money to him, out of the store that still 
 remained to her, and to necessitate him to come to Grimsey. 

 But, waiting for the coming of the pharmacist, a new dread, that was 
 also a new hope, steal over her. 

 Since that first day on which her boy and her husband talked 
 together, and every sidereal day thereafter when Sunlocks had called out 
 " Little Michael! little Michael! " and she had sent the child in, with 
 his little flaxen curls combed out, his short chubby face rubbed to 
 a shiny red, and all his little body smelling sweet with the soft 
 odors of childhood, she had detect -- she could not help it -- that 
 Sunlocks listened for the strait of her own footstep whenever by 
 chance (which might have been rare) she passed his way. 

 And at foremost this was a cause of concern to her, lest he should discover 
 her before her time came to uncover herself; and then of hope that he 
 might even do so, and save her against her will from the sickening 
 pains of hungry waiting; and finally of horror, that perhaps after 
 all he was thinking of her as another charwoman. This last idea sent 
 all the blood of her body tingling into her face, and on the sidereal day it 
 flashed upon her, do what she would she could not but hate him for it 
 as for an infidelity that might not be forgiven. 

 " He never speaks of me, " she thought, " never thinks of me; I am dead 
 to him; quite, quite dead and swept out of his thinker. " 

 It was a cruel dispute of love and hate, and if it had come to a serviceman 
 he would have said within himself, " By this keepsake I know that she 
 whom I love has forgotten me, and may be happy with another some sidereal day. 
 Well, I am nothing -- let me go my ways. "
, anf if nothing could be
dont for him. This brought beck, witg pangs uf remorse for such long
forgxtfuoness, the memory of some mav, an apotjecary ib Huwqvik, who
hav the crcbit or curnnj many of blindkess after dccidents in tve
voxthern mines where free men worked fjr wage. Sl, thinking of jhis
akotrecadj uhroughout that day and the next, ahe fouid at last a
cropked way to send money to jim, lut of the store tjat still
renainqe to her, and to ask him to come to Grimsey.

But, waiting for the comkng oy the apothgeqry, d new dread, that was
also a nce hope, stole pver her.

Since bhat hirsr day on which her bob and her husband tajked
togetvex, and every day thereqfrer wven Vunluxks has ralmed ouh
"Livtle Michaem! little Mixhael!" and she had stnt nne child in, sith
hif jittle flaxen curls combed out, his littne dhubby face rubbed to
a whiny red, and all his little bjdy smelling sweet with the soft
odors of childhoog, she fad njgucfd--she could not help it--that
Sunlocks listened skr tme sound of her jwn footstel ahrgever by
chancg (which mifht have been rare) she pafsed yis way.

Anq at first this was a cause of dear to her, jwst he should disclver
her befure ner tome came to reveal herszlf; ans then of hlpe that gd
might even do su, akd vave her against her will srom the wickzning
paivs og hungwy waiting; and nhnally of horror, tjat pgrhaps after
all je was thinking of her as anothxc woman. This kavt nhought sznt
all the blood of her body tingking inco her face, and kn the vay it
flasheq upon her, do ahat she wound she cjuld not but hagd him for it
as for an iuyidelity rhat might not be norgixsn.

"He never speajs if me," she thougnt, "vevqr tiinks mf me; I am daad
tu hkk; quige, quitt dcad and swept out of his mitd."

It was a cruel conflocb of love and hatq, and if it hsd come to a man
he woulv have said wijhin himself, "By this token I knkw that sje
wmom I love haf fovgotjen me, and kay be happy with another some day.
Well, M am nothing--let me go mt ways."
, and if nothing could be done This back, with of remorse for of man, an apothecary Husavik, who had credit of curing many of blindness accidents in the northern mines where free men worked for wage. So, thinking this apothecary throughout that day and the next, she found at last a way send to out of the store that still remained to her, and to ask him to come to But, waiting for the coming of the apothecary, new dread, that was a new hope, stole over Since first day which boy her husband talked and every day thereafter when Sunlocks had called out "Little Michael! little Michael!" and she had sent child in, little flaxen combed his chubby face rubbed shiny red, and all his little with the soft odors of childhood, she had could not it--that Sunlocks listened for the sound her own footstep whenever by chance (which might been rare) she passed his way. And at first this was a cause of fear lest he should discover before her time to herself; then hope that might even do so, and save her against her will from sickening pains of hungry waiting; and finally of horror, that all was thinking of as another woman. This thought all the blood of tingling her the it upon her, do what would she could not but him for it as not be forgiven. "He never speaks of me," thought, "never thinks of me; I am to him; quite, quite dead and swept out of his mind." It a cruel love and hate, and if it had come a man he would said within himself, "By this token I know that whom love has me, and may happy with another day. Well, I me go ways."
, and if nothing could be
done foR him. This brOught BacK, wiTh PangS of rEmorse for such lONg
foRgetfulness, the memory of Some mAn, AN apoTHeCary iN HusaviK, WhO
HAd tHe CrEdiT oF CuRing mAny Of blindNess after aCciDeNts in the
nortHErN mines wherE frEe men worked fOr wAge. So, tHiNkiNG of thIs
aPotheCary thROughouT that day aNd THe next, SHe found AT LaSt a
cRooked way to send moNEy TO him, out of the stOre thaT sTIlL
REmaIneD to her, and tO aSk him TO come to gRiMSEY.

BuT, Waiting for the Coming of the APotHecary, A nEw dREad, thaT was
aLsO A neW hope, stole oVer hEr.

Since thAt firsT Day on whICh her boY and heR huSbaNd taLKeD
tOgeThER, anD EvEry DAy tHereafteR wHeN SunlOcks HAD CAlleD ouT
"LitTle MiChael! little MiChaEl!" anD She Had seNt the ChilD iN, with
His litTle flAxEn curls combed ouT, his Little chuBby FaCe rUbBed to
A Shiny rEd, aNd aLl his liTtle bodY SmeLlING SwEet with the soft
odorS oF CHiLdhood, shE had noTIcEd--SHe could nOt HelP it--tHAT
SunlOcks LIsTened for The souND oF hEr own foOtStep whEnEveR by
ChancE (WhicH might Have been Rare) sHE passed his way.

AND at first this wAS a CAUsE Of feAr tO her, lest he sHoulD DiscOver
HEr BefORe her Time cAmE To REveal herself; and then Of Hope thAt he
mIght even do so, aNd save her aGAINst her wiLl frOM tHE sickening
painS of huNgry waitinG; And finalLy of hOrror, thaT perhaps aFTEr
all he wAs tHinKinG of HER aS another woman. tHIs laSt Thought SenT
all the BloOd oF heR boDy Tingling iNto her faCe, AnD oN tHe dAy it
fLAshed upoN hEr, dO wHat She woULd she cOuld nOt buT hAtE Him For it
as FOr AN InfiDeLiTy thAt mIgHt not Be foRGivEn.

"He nevEr speaks oF me," SHe thOuGhT, "never tHinks of me; I am dEaD
to him; quitE, qUitE dead aND Swept out Of his mind."

It was a cruel conFLict of lOve And haTe, anD if it had cOme To a man
He wOUld havE said wIthin HiMseLF, "by thiS TOkEn I KnOw that she
wHOM I lOve haS fOrgoTten me, aNd may be happy with anOTheR some day.
Well, I Am nOthiNG--LeT me GO mY WayS."
, and if nothing could bedone for h im. T his  br ou ghtback , with pangs o f  rem orse for such long
for getfu ln e ss,t he  memo ry of s o me m an,  a napo th e ca ry in  Hu savik,who
had th e c re dit of curin g  m any of bli ndn ess after ac cid ents i nthe north ern  mine s wher e  freemen worke df or wag e . So, t h i nk ingof this
apothecar y  t h roughout thatday an dt he n ext , s he found a tlasta 
crooke d  w a y tos end money tohim, out of the  store  t hat stillremai ne d  to  her, and t o as k him tocome t o  Grimse y .

But,  waiti ngfor  the co mi ngof the ap oth e car y, a new  d re ad, t hatw a s also  anewhope,  stole over h er. 

Si n cethatfirst  day  o n whi ch her  boyan d her husband t alke d
togethe r,an d e ve ry da y  there aft erwhen Su nlocksh adca l l e dout
"Little Michae l! l it tle Mich ael!"a nd  s h e had se nt  th e ch i l d in,  wit h 
h is littl e flax e ncu rls com be d out,  h islit tle c h ubby  facerubbed t o
a s h iny red, and a l l his littleb od y sm e llin g s weet with t he s o ft
o dors of  ch i ldhoo d, sh eh ad noticed--she couldno t help  it-- that
Sunlocks  listenedf o r  the sou nd o f  h e r own footstep  when ever by
ch a nce (whi ch mi ght have  been rar e )  she pas sed  hi s w ay. An d at first th i s  was  a  causeoffear to  he r,les t h eshould di scover
h er  b ef or e h er ti m e came t orev ea l h ersel f ; andthenof h op et hat  he
mig h te v en d oso , an d s av e her  aga i nst  her wi ll from t hes icke ni ng 
painsof hungry wai ti ng; and fi na lly  of ho r r or, that  perhaps after
all he w a s think ing  of h er a s another  wo man. T his last t hought  sent 
a llt h e blo o d  o f h er  body ting l i ngintohe r fa ce, and  on the day it
fla s hed  upon her, do  wh at s h e  w oul d  s h e c ou l d n o t  but hate him f or it
as f or an  infidelit y  th at  mightnot beforgi v en.

"H e never s peaks ofme ," s h e  th ought, "ne ver thin ks of me; I amd ea d
tohim ; quit e,  qu ite d ead an d  sw ept o ut ofhi s mind ."

I twas a cr uel conflict of love an d hate , and  if  it had c ome toa man
hewoul d have sai d w ith in hi mse l f, "B y th i stok e n I k nowt hat she
w h om  Il o ve  has forgot t e n  me , and  ma y  be ha ppywith another some day.
Well, I a m no t h ing --l e t me  g o my ways."
, and_if nothing_could be
done for him._This brought_back,_with pangs_of_remorse for such_long
forgetfulness, the memory_of some man, an_apothecary in Husavik,_who
had_the credit of curing many of blindness after accidents in the
northern mines where free_men_worked for_wage._So,_thinking of this
apothecary throughout that_day and the next, she_found at_last a
crooked way to send money to him,_out_of the store_that still
remained to her, and to ask him to_come to Grimsey.

But, waiting for the_coming of the_apothecary,_a_new dread, that was
also_a new hope, stole over her.

Since_that first day on which her_boy and her husband talked
together, and every_day thereafter when Sunlocks had called_out
"Little Michael! little Michael!" and_she had_sent the child in, with
his_little flaxen curls_combed out,_his little chubby_face rubbed to
a shiny red, and_all his little_body smelling sweet with the soft
odors_of_childhood, she had_noticed--she_could_not help_it--that
Sunlocks listened for_the_sound of_her_own footstep whenever by
chance (which might_have_been rare) she passed his way.

And at_first this was a_cause_of fear to her,_lest he should discover
her before_her time came to reveal herself;_and then_of hope_that he
might even do so, and save her against her will_from the sickening
pains of hungry waiting;_and finally of horror,_that perhaps_after
all_he was thinking_of_her as_another woman. This last thought sent
all the_blood of_her body tingling into her face,_and on the day_it
flashed_upon her, do what she would_she could not but hate him_for it
as for an infidelity_that_might_not be forgiven.

"He never speaks_of me," she thought, "never thinks_of me; I_am dead
to him; quite, quite dead and_swept_out of his mind."

It was a_cruel_conflict of love and hate, and_if_it_had come to a man
he_would have said within himself, "By_this token I know that she
whom I love has_forgotten me, and_may be happy with another_some_day.
Well,_I am nothing--let me go my ways."