ing--they were both actors and spectators
!

But pain--pain left no atmosphere of
unreality about it for the suffering man,
for the sufferer who monopolized both
their soft sweaters, while they shivered
convulsively, until if it came to a beauty
contest between the two now, the old Man
Killer, awarding the palm, would not have
made it dependent on a mere matter of
eyelashes, but on which little nose was the
least blue bitten.

Pain released something in that sufferer
too,--a fire that was not all wild-fire!
For suddenly he dragged Una's green
sweater-roll from under his head and
thrust it towards her with an imperious:
"Put it on, child!"

"I shan't!" replied that child of luxury,
as arbitrarily, slipping it back under
the pallid cheek, above which the stand
of agony in the stony eye told that the
man was suffering almost to a point of
delirium now.

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