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[Eric B. <pil...@ts...>]

An thinking desperate things himself, though no human being had ever

suspected the fact. This man had faced some tragedy, he
could see. Had he been on the verge of a crime--had he looked murder in
the eyes? What
had made him pause? Was it possible that the dream of Jinny Montaubyn
being in the air had reached his brain--his being? He looked
almost appealingly at him, but he only

said aloud: "Let us go upstairs, then." So they went.
As they passed the door of the room where the dead woman lay Dart went
in
and spoke to Miss Montaubyn, who was still there. "If there are things
wanted here," he said, "this will buy them." And he put some money into
her

hand. She did not seem surprised
at the incongruity of his shabbiness producing money. "Well, now," she
said, "I WAS wonderin' an' askin'. I'd like
'er clean an' nice, an' there's milk wanted bad
for the biby." In the room they mounted to Glad was trying to feed the
child with bread softened in tea. Polly sat near her looking
on with restless, eager eyes. She had never seen anything
of her own baby but its limp newborn and dead
body being carried away out of sight. She had not even dared to ask
what was done with such poor little carrion. The tyranny of the law of
life made her want to paw and touch this lately born thing, as her
agony had given her no fruit of her own body to touch and paw and
nuzzle and caress as mother creatures will whether they be women or
tigresses or