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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III TOTJ don’t: X I was;know? very proud, she said. He never told me his name; I never asked him.“ I don’t understand that kind of pride, said Judge Tyler. You would if you were a woman, said she. Perhaps, a little dryly. Perhaps I would. But as it is, I do not. You tell me that you do not know this man. Does he?did he ever know that you had a son?
How should he know? I went out of his life, he out of mine.
He must be found, said Judge Tyler. This is his affair, not mine.
Yes, she said plaintively, I suppose so, but?
Have you no means of tracing him?
I did?I did try to find him, she said. Here. She took a small leather case containing a photograph out of her pocket and handed it to the judge. He looked at the photograph attentively. This is you and he? he said. Yes. The lady in the photograph was certainly Harmony. You could tell that by the eyes and the mouth. It was too big, as mouths go, but so very sweet and mobile as to make you forget that it was not the most perfectly sized and beautiful mouth extant. The eyes were too far apart, of an untroubled, starry kind; they sometimes made you look away from the mouth. But the present Harmony was only a pale, tired, thin copy of the Harmony in the photograph. It made Judge Tyler start to see her again as he remembered her. I Ve changed, have n’t I? said she. Women say so many things that only women can answer. I might not know this man if I met Moa on the street, ” said Judge Tyler. “ Itis already faded, and was taken evidently at an age when the marks of a man’s character, whatever it may be, are still held in abeyance by the youth of his face. Here are no lines of race, no marks of profession. Five years may have changed his face comp…
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III TOTJ don’t: X I was;know? very proud, she said. He never told me his name; I never asked him.“ I don’t understand that kind of pride, said Judge Tyler. You would if you were a woman, said she. Perhaps, a little dryly. Perhaps I would. But as it is, I do not. You tell me that you do not know this man. Does he?did he ever know that you had a son?
How should he know? I went out of his life, he out of mine.
He must be found, said Judge Tyler. This is his affair, not mine.
Yes, she said plaintively, I suppose so, but?
Have you no means of tracing him?
I did?I did try to find him, she said. Here. She took a small leather case containing a photograph out of her pocket and handed it to the judge. He looked at the photograph attentively. This is you and he? he said. Yes. The lady in the photograph was certainly Harmony. You could tell that by the eyes and the mouth. It was too big, as mouths go, but so very sweet and mobile as to make you forget that it was not the most perfectly sized and beautiful mouth extant. The eyes were too far apart, of an untroubled, starry kind; they sometimes made you look away from the mouth. But the present Harmony was only a pale, tired, thin copy of the Harmony in the photograph. It made Judge Tyler start to see her again as he remembered her. I Ve changed, have n’t I? said she. Women say so many things that only women can answer. I might not know this man if I met Moa on the street, ” said Judge Tyler. “ Itis already faded, and was taken evidently at an age when the marks of a man’s character, whatever it may be, are still held in abeyance by the youth of his face. Here are no lines of race, no marks of profession. Five years may have changed his face comp…