"Yes," he said, when she was out of hearing. "It's hard, but I dare say

it's right enough, too. Your aunt ought to have her chance. Only--I wish

it didn't have to be."

Sidney, left alone, stood in the little parlor beside the roses. She

touched them tenderly, absently. Life, which the day before had called her

with the beckoning finger of dreams, now reached out grim insistent hands.

Life--in the raw.

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