A passionate desire to soothe this suffering woman came over her. She clung round her page 597 again, and kissed her poor quivering lips and eyelids, and laid her young cheek against the pale and haggard one. Words could not be quick or strong enough to utter her yearning. You are so tired. No - nothing.
Men are selfish.
They are selfish and cruel. All I have ever loved,' said Mrs Transome. She paused a moment or two, and then said, 'For more than twenty years I have not had an hour's happiness. He will not be. To-morrow he will not be.