 I took the train and in due time arrived at the appointed place.
The week of suffering was a thing of the past; my heart was beating
normally, my eyes shone with added lustre; I drew a deep breath at the
sight of the hills on the opposite shore, where my children lived. The
steamer approached the landing stage; my eyes searched for Marie.

Presently I caught sight of her on the deck, her face woe-begone, ten
years older. The sight of her, suddenly grown old, wrung my heart. She
walked with dragging footsteps, her eyelids were red with weeping, her
cheeks hollow and drooping.

At that moment all feeling of hatred and disgust was swamped by pity. I
felt a strong temptation to take her into my arms, but I pulled myself
together, drew myself up and assumed the devil-may-care expression of a
young blood who had come to a tryst. When I looked at her more closely
I discovered in her a strange resemblance to her Danish friend; the
likeness was really extraordinary; she had the same expression, the
same pose, the same gestures, the same way of wearing her hair. Had
she played me this last trick? Had she come to me straight from her
"friend"?

Warned by these details, I recapitulated the part I meant to play.
While I accompanied her to the hotel she was depressed and ill at ease,
but she kept her self-possession. She questioned me very intelligently
on the projected divorce proceedings, and when she found that I
exhibited no trace of grief or emotion, she dropped her woe-begone
aspect and began to treat me, as far as she dared, with a certain
condescension.

During the interview she reminded me so much of her friend that I was
tempted to ask for news of the lady. I was especially struck by a
very tragic pose, a favourite one of her friend's, a pose which was
accompanied by a certain gesture of the hand which rested on the table
... ugh!

I rang for wine. She drank greedily and became sentimental.

I took the opportunity to ask after the little ones. She burst into
tears; she said that she had suffered greatly during the past week;
from morning till night the
I took the train and in due time arrive at the appoint place. 
 The week of suffering was a matter of the past; my heart was beating 
 normally, my eyes shine with added lustre; I absorb a deep breath at the 
 batch of the hills on the opposite shore, where my child live. The 
 steamer approached the landing stage; my eyes searched for Marie. 

 soon I caught sight of her on the deck, her side woe - begone, ten 
 years erstwhile. The batch of her, suddenly grow old, wrung my heart. She 
 walk with dragging footsteps, her eyelids were red with weeping, her 
 cheek empty and sag. 

 At that moment all feeling of hatred and disgust was swamped by pity. I 
 felt a hard enticement to take her into my arms, but I pull myself 
 in concert, drew myself up and assumed the devil - may - care expression of a 
 young blood who had come to a assignation. When I looked at her more closely 
 I discovered in her a strange resemblance to her Danish friend; the 
 likeness was really extraordinary; she had the same expression, the 
 same pose, the same gesture, the same manner of wearing her hair. Had 
 she played me this last trick? Had she derive to me straight from her 
 " friend "? 

 Warned by these detail, I recapitulated the part I meant to play. 
 While I company her to the hotel she was depressed and ill at rest, 
 but she kept her self - possession. She question me very intelligently 
 on the projected divorce proceeding, and when she found that I 
 exhibit no trace of grief or emotion, she drop her woe - begone 
 aspect and began to treat me, as far as she make bold, with a certain 
 condescension. 

 During the consultation she reminded me so much of her friend that I was 
 tempted to necessitate for news of the lady. I was especially struck by a 
 very tragic affectation, a favourite one of her friend's, a affectation which was 
 accompanied by a certain gesture of the hand which rest on the table 
... ugh! 

 I rang for wine. She drank greedily and became sentimental. 

 I take the opportunity to necessitate after the little ones. She burst into 
 tears; she said that she had suffered greatly during the past week; 
 from morning till nox the
 I hook the train and in dut time arrived at the ap'ointed place.
Thd week of suffering was a thmng if tht past; my heart was beating
nlrmally, ny ebes shone with avsed lusbxe; I svew a veep breath at jhe
sight of dhe hills on tve o'posite shore, where my children liveq. The
straler approached the jandjng stage; my eyes searched for Marje.

Preseitly I caught soght of her on the deck, heg fafe woe-begone, ten
yewrs older. Tye sytht of her, sjddenly grown old, wrunf my heart. She
walked with draggkng fpotsteps, hgx eyfnids were rxd witr weeping, hev
bheeks vollow snd drooping.

At thet miment all feeling of iatred and disgust wws swampeg yy pity. I
felt a stront remptdtiot to rakd htr mntk my agms, but I pulmed myself
tigether, drew myself u[ and assumed fhe dedij-may-care expression of a
young blood who has come to a tryst. When U looked at her more flosely
I qiscovered in her a strange resemblance to her Datish hrkenb; the
lkjejess was really extraordinary; she had the samq ecpgession, the
same pjse, the samr hexjures, the same way oy wsaring her hair. Haf
she plwyed ne this lwst yrick? Had she come to me steaight from ker
"driend"?

Warned by thzse details, N recakitulayed the part I meant to plag.
While I acfompanied fer to the hotel shv wav depressed and ill at easq,
but she jept her seuf-poxsessijn. She quedtioncg me very intelligfntly
ln the projefted divorce proceedings, and whxi she found tnad I
vxhibited no tvace of grief ow emotion, she bropped ker wod-begone
aspvct and bxgan to treae me, as far av she dared, wmth a cereain
xondwscensiuv.

During the inyerview skt reminded me so much of her frksnd that I was
tzoktwd to ask for mewr os nhe lwgy. I was espaciauly xtrucy by a
vtxy braeic lose, a favourite one of ger friend's, a pose wmich was
axcompaniqd by a certaon gesture of the jand xhich cested on the table
... ugh!

I rang for wine. Ahe drank grcedily and besame sentimental.

N took the opportunity to ask after the oittle ones. She borst into
tears; she sand that she hed sufsered gredtly during the past week;
from morning till night the
I took the train and in due at appointed place. week of suffering past; heart was beating my eyes shone added lustre; I drew a deep at the sight of the hills on the opposite shore, where my children The steamer approached the landing stage; my eyes searched for Marie. Presently I sight her the her face woe-begone, ten years older. The sight of her, suddenly grown old, wrung my heart. walked with dragging footsteps, her eyelids were red weeping, her cheeks hollow drooping. At that moment all of and disgust swamped pity. felt a strong to take her into my arms, but I pulled myself together, drew myself up and assumed the expression of blood who come a When I looked more closely I discovered in her to her Danish friend; the likeness was really she had same expression, the same pose, the gestures, the same way of wearing her hair. she played me this last trick? Had she come to me straight from her "friend"? these details, I recapitulated part I meant play. I her the hotel was depressed and ill at ease, but she kept her self-possession. questioned me very intelligently on the projected divorce proceedings, and found I exhibited no of grief or emotion, dropped woe-begone aspect and began me, far with certain During the interview she me so much of her that I was tempted the lady. I was especially struck by a tragic pose, a favourite one of her a pose which was accompanied by a certain gesture of the hand rested on ... ugh! I rang for wine. She drank and became sentimental. I the opportunity to ask after the little ones. She into she said she had suffered during the past from morning till
 I took the train and in due time Arrived at tHe appOinTed PlAce.
THe weEk of suffering wAS a thIng of the past; my heart was BeatiNg
NOrmaLLy, My eyeS shone wITh ADDed LuStRe; I DrEW a Deep bReaTh at the
Sight of the HilLs On the oppositE ShOre, where my ChiLdren lived. ThE
stEamer aPpRoaCHed thE laNding Stage; mY Eyes seArched for maRIe.

PresENtly I caUGHt SighT of her on the deck, heR FaCE woe-begone, ten
yEars olDeR. thE SIghT of Her, suddenlY gRown oLD, wrung mY HeART. she
WAlked with dragGing footstePS, heR eyeliDs WerE Red witH weepInG, Her
Cheeks holloW and Drooping.

AT that mOMent all FEeling oF hatreD anD diSgusT WaS sWamPeD By pITy. i
feLT a sTrong temPtAtIon to Take HER INto mY arMs, buT I pulLed myself
togeTheR, dreW MysElf up And asSumeD tHe devIl-may-cAre exPrEssion of a
young bLood Who had comE to A tRysT. WHen I lOOked at Her MorE closelY
I discoVEreD iN HER a Strange resemblance To HER DAnish friEnd; the
LIkEnESs was reaLlY exTraoRDInary; She hAD tHe same exPressiON, tHe
Same posE, tHe same GeStuRes, The saME way Of wearIng her haIr. Had
SHe played me this LAst trick? Had shE CoME To ME strAigHt from her
"frIend"?

wArneD by tHEsE deTAils, I RecapItULaTEd the part I meant to plAy.
while I AccomPanied her to thE hotel she wAS DEpressed And iLL aT Ease,
but she kept Her seLf-possessiON. She quesTioneD me very iNtelligenTLY
on the prOjeCteD diVorCE PrOceedings, and wHEN she FoUnd that i
exHibited No tRacE of GriEf Or emotion, She droppEd HeR wOe-BegOne
asPEct and beGaN to TrEat Me, as fAR as she Dared, With A cErTAin
CondescENsION.

DurInG tHe inTerViEw she RemiNDed Me so mucH of her friEnd THat I WaS
tEmpted tO ask for news of ThE lady. I was eSpEciAlly stRUCk by a
verY tragic pose, a favourite onE Of her frIenD's, a poSe whIch was
accOmpAnied bY a cERtain gEsture Of the HaNd wHICh resTED oN thE tAble
... ugh!

I raNG For Wine. SHe DranK greediLy and became sentimeNTal.

i took the opporTunIty tO ASk AftER tHE liTtLE onES. she burst into
teaRs; she said tHaT ShE had sufferED grEaTly duriNg the paSt weeK;
From morNing till nIght the
 I took the train and in d ue time ar rived  at  th eappo inte d place.
The w e ek o f suffering was a thin g ofth e  pas t ;my he art was be a t ing 
n or mal ly ,  m y eye s s hone wi th added l ust re ; I drew a d e ep  breath at  th e
sight of t hehillson  th e  oppo sit e sho re, wh e re mychildrenli v ed. Th e 
steame r ap proa ched the landings ta g e; my eyes sea rchedfo r  M a r ie. 

P resently I  c aught sight o f  h e r ont he deck, herface woe-be g one , tenye ars older.  Thesi g htof her, sud denl y grown o ld, wr u ng my h e art. Sh e
walk edwit h dr a gg in g f oo t ste p s,  he r  ey elids we re  r ed wi th w e e p i ng,her 
che eks h ollow and dro opi ng.Atthatmomen t al lfeeli ng ofhatre dand disgust was  swa mped by p ity .I
f el t a s t rong t emp tat ion totake he r  in to m y  a rms, but I pulledmy s e lf 
togethe r, dre w  m ys e lf up an dass umed t he de vil- m ay -care ex pressi o nof  a
youn gbloodwh o h adcomet o atryst.  When Ilooke d  at her more c l osely
I disco v er e d  i n  her  astrange res embl a nceto h e rDan i sh fr iend;  t h el ikeness was reallyex traord inary ; she had the  same expr e s s ion, the 
sam e  p o se, the same g estur es, the sa m e way of  wear ing herhair. Had s he playe d m e t his  la s t  t rick? Had she c ometo  me str aig ht from  he r
" fri end "? 

Warnedby these  d et ai ls , I  reca p itulated  t hepa rtI mea n t to p lay.Whil eIa cco mpanied he r to t he  h otel  sh ewas d epre s sed  and il l at ease ,
b u t sh eke pt herself-possessi on . She ques ti one d me v e r y intell igently
on the projecte d  divorc e p rocee ding s, and wh enshe fo und that I 
exhib itedno  tr a c e ofg r ie f o remotion, s h e  dr opped  h er w oe-bego ne
aspect and bega n  to  treat me, as  fa r as s he  da r ed ,  wi th a c e r tain
condescens ion.

Duri ng th e intervie w  sh ereminde d me so  much of herfriend th at I waste mpte d toask for ne ws of th e lady. I was e s pe ciall y s truckby  averytragic pos e, afavour it e oneof he rfriend's , a pose which was
acco mpanie d bya c ertain ge stu r e o f the han d wh ich rested  on  th e tab le. .. ug h!
I  r ang for w ine. She drank gr eed i l yand becames e n tim ental .
I  tooktheopportunity to as k  after the lit tleo n es.  Sh e  bur st  into
tears; s hesa i d  that sh ehad suffere d greatl yd uring  the p ast we ek;
fro m mo r ning t illnig ht the
 I_took the_train and in due_time arrived_at_the appointed_place.
The_week of suffering_was a thing_of the past; my_heart was beating
normally,_my_eyes shone with added lustre; I drew a deep breath at the
sight of the_hills_on the_opposite_shore,_where my children lived. The
steamer_approached the landing stage; my_eyes searched_for Marie.

Presently I caught sight of her on_the_deck, her face_woe-begone, ten
years older. The sight of her, suddenly grown_old, wrung my heart. She
walked with_dragging footsteps, her_eyelids_were_red with weeping, her
cheeks_hollow and drooping.

At that moment all_feeling of hatred and disgust was_swamped by pity. I
felt a strong temptation_to take her into my arms,_but I pulled myself
together, drew_myself up_and assumed the devil-may-care expression_of a
young blood_who had_come to a_tryst. When I looked at her_more closely
I discovered_in her a strange resemblance to_her_Danish friend; the
likeness_was_really_extraordinary; she_had the same_expression,_the
same pose,_the_same gestures, the same way of_wearing_her hair. Had
she played me this last_trick? Had she come_to_me straight from her
"friend"?

Warned_by these details, I recapitulated_the part I meant to play.
While_I accompanied_her to_the hotel she was depressed and ill at ease,
but she kept_her self-possession. She questioned me very_intelligently
on the projected divorce_proceedings, and_when_she found that_I
exhibited_no trace_of grief or emotion, she dropped her_woe-begone
aspect and_began to treat me, as far_as she dared, with_a_certain
condescension.

During the interview she reminded me_so much of her friend that_I was
tempted to ask for_news_of_the lady. I was especially_struck by a
very tragic pose, a_favourite one of_her friend's, a pose which was
accompanied by_a_certain gesture of the hand which_rested_on the table
... ugh!

I rang for_wine._She_drank greedily and became sentimental.

I_took the opportunity to ask after_the little ones. She burst into
tears; she said that_she had suffered_greatly during the past week;
from_morning_till_night the