Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 139 June to November 1919 . MY DEAR, YOU WONT MIND IF SOMETIMES I HATE YOU? THE CROSSWAYS 129 pled herself for his people forever withBryce, had stamped herself indeliblyupon their final memory of him. Tearsbeat against her eyelids as she sank toher seat. It was the one way she mighthave spared them, the only mitigationopen to her, and she had missed it. Bryce put her in her train at thejunction, commandeered pillows, tippedthe porter, insured her comfort in theways he knew so well. That final mo-ment, too, arrived. Im sorry, Bryce. Dont think morehardly of
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 139 June to November 1919 . MY DEAR, YOU WONT MIND IF SOMETIMES I HATE YOU? THE CROSSWAYS 129 pled herself for his people forever withBryce, had stamped herself indeliblyupon their final memory of him. Tearsbeat against her eyelids as she sank toher seat. It was the one way she mighthave spared them, the only mitigationopen to her, and she had missed it. Bryce put her in her train at thejunction, commandeered pillows, tippedthe porter, insured her comfort in theways he knew so well. That final mo-ment, too, arrived. Im sorry, Bryce. Dont think morehardly of me than you have to, I dont know what I shall think, heanswered, gravely. Curiously enough,what I think now doesnt prevent myloving you. I almost wish it did. Her throat ached. What could she sayto mitigate the sense of worthlessness, ofutter waste that was devouring him?Dont wish that, Bryce! she whis-pered. It is the only thing that makesme hope there may, after all, be some-thing decent about me. Through the window she watched thetall khaki figure cleaving
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