There's noting like tact in little things."
Bessie began to sob. She did not like being shackled against her will; she was
afraid of the blind face and the look upon it, and was sorry too that her great
revenge had only made Dick laugh.
"Don't cry," he said, and took her into his arms. "You only did what you
thought right."
"I--I ain't a little piece of dirt, and if you say that I'll never come to you
again."
"You don't know what you've done to me. I'm not angry--indeed, I'm not. Be
quiet for a minute."
Bessie remained in his arms shrinking. Dick's first thought was connected with
Maisie, and it hurt him as white-hot iron hurts an open sore.
Not for nothing is a man permitted to ally himself to the wrong woman.
The first pang--the first sense of things lost is but the prelude to the play,
for the very just Providence who delights in causing pain has decreed that the
agony shall return, and that in the midst of keenest pleasure.
They know this pain equally who have forsaken or been forsaken by the love of
their life, and in their new wives' arms are compelled to realise it.
It is better to remain alone and suffer only the misery of being alone, so long
as it is possible to find distraction in daily work.
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