n t opposed  Maggies face, made more cears, toucenderer, less egoistic feeling. ook ly--

    `Dont let us t  us only care about being togete of separation... we so live as long as you are alive, because I sime w me help you in some way.

    ` a dear, good brotears. `I t me, and been as pleased for me to love you, as   tom sisfied tle of anyt is ter for me to do  eartoget t I ed more instruments playing togeted voices to be fuller and deeper. Do you ever sing noen  before.

    `Yes, . But my voice is only middling - like everything else in me.

    `O sing me somet on song. I may listen to t, before I go - someto sing a Lorton on a Saturday afternoon,  my apron over my o listen.

    `I knoo voce `Love in s playing, and ts it, isnt it?

    `O no, I  stay, said Maggie, starting up. `It  us walk, P go home.

    S o rise and follow her.

    `Maggie, one of remonstrance, `Dont persist in tion. It makes me co see you benumbing and cramping your nature in t you   and brigion. And it flas in your face still, until you dra veil of dull quiescence over it.

    `terly to me, Philip? said Maggie.

    `Because I foresee it  end orture.

    `I srengtremulously.

    `No, you , Maggie: no one rengto do ural. It is mere coo seek safety in negations. No cer becomes strong in t o tional satisfaction of your nature t you deny no you like a savage appetite.

    Maggie started a paused, looking at Ph alarm in her face.

    `Pempter.

    `No, I am not; but