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THE HEAVY HAND
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of him. She knew that he was that curious thing—
a man who could keep his true self separate from
his moods. It had taken her years to learn that,
but she had learnt it at last.
For once she was, like other people, baffled by
his naturalness. It was plain that he suffered,
yet she could not tell how she was to mould the
hard stuff hidden below his suffering. But she
must work with the heavy hand.
“You will leave here to-morrow,” she said;
“ you shall not stay here to shirk your duty ”;
and again the pupils of her eyes contracted as she
said it.
“ I will go now,” said he.

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