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? ? ? ? She looked at me queerly. I saw her lips trembling and the tears swimming up in her eyes. She swayed toward me, and I caught her in my arms.
? ? ? ? 'Oh, Humphrey,' she sobbed, 'when will it all end? I am so tired, so tired!'
? ? ? ? She buried her head on my shoulder, her frail form shaken with a storm of weeping. She was like a feather in my arms, so slender, so ethereal. 'She has broken down at last,' I thought. 'What can I do without her help?'
? ? ? ? But I soothed and comforted her, till she pulled herself bravely together and recuperated mentally as quickly as she was wont to do physically.
? ? ? ? 'I ought to be ashamed of myself,' she said. Then added, with the whimsical smile I adored, 'But I am only one small woman.'
? ? ? ? That phrase, 'one small woman,' startled me like an electric shock. It was my own phrase, my pet, secret phrase, my love-phrase for her.
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