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He addressed his daughter. "Well, Jane," he began, speaking with great earnestness and in a clear quiet voice, "I can see you are frightened and upset by what is going on here and I do not blame you. The truth is that it was all planned. For a week now you have been lying awake in your bed in the next room there and hearing me move about in here and in that room over there your mother has been lying. There is something I have been wanting to say to you and your mother, but as you know there has never been any habit of talk in this house.

"The truth is I have wanted to startle you and I guess I have succeeded in that."

He walked across the room and sat on the bed between his daughter and the heavy inert body of his wife. They were both dressed in night-gowns and his daughter's hair had fallen down about her shoulders. It was like his wife's hair when he had married her. Then her hair had been just such a golden yellow and when the sun shone on it coppery and brown lights sometimes appeared.

"I'm going away from this house to-night. I'm not going to live with your mother any more," he said, leaning forward and looking at the floor.

He straightened his body and for a long time sat looking at his daughter's body. It was young and slender. She would not be extraordinarily tall like her mother, but would be a woman of the medium height. He studied her body carefully. Once, when she was a child of six, Jane had been ill for nearly a year and he remembered now that during that time she had been very precious to him. It was during a year when the business had gone badly and he thought he might have to go into bankruptcy at any moment, but he had managed to keep a trained nurse in the house during the whole period of her illness. Every day during that time he came home from the factory at noon and went into his daughter's room.

There was no fever. What was wrong? He had thrown the bed-clothes off the child's body and had looked at it. She was very thin then and the little bones of the body could be plainly seen. There was just the tiny bony structure over which the fair white skin was drawn.

The doctors had said it was a matter of malnutrition, that the food given the child did not nourish it, and they could not find the right food. The mother had been unable to nurse the child. Sometimes during that period he stood for long minutes looking at