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had brought it to her that afternoon — and 

 she searched for the article that he had 

 commended. Cold logic and relentless 

 statistics would inflict composure, would 

 steady her down to the level of sleep. 



Two of the pages fell apart where a sheet 

 of paper had been thrust in ; she was 

 abruptly confronted by a letter in a large, 

 heavy handwriting. The eye is quicker 

 than the will. Before she snatched her 

 eyes away she had taken in its half-a-dozen 

 lines. For some moments she sat perfectly 

 still, while the blood came with a rush to 

 her cheeks and forehead. Then she 

 crumpled up the letter and threw it into 

 the fire. 



