Of all these things the
man himself may be quite unconscious and yet they affect him more
deeply than he knows and show to a woman even in his voice, his
walk, his mouth--everywhere save in his eyes, which change only in
severity, or in kindliness or when there has been some serious
break-down of soul or character within. And the woman will not
look to his eyes for the truth--which makes its way slowly--
particularly when the woman has striven for the very things that
the man has so recklessly let go. She would never suffer herself
to let down in such a way and she does not understand how a man
can.
Hale's life, since his college doors had closed behind him, had
always been a rough one. He had dropped from civilization and had
gone back into it many times. And each time he had dropped, he
dropped the deeper, and for that reason had come back into his own
life each time with more difficulty and with more indifference.
The last had been his roughest year and he had sunk a little more
deeply just at the time when June had been pluming herself for
flight from such depths forever. Moreover, Hale had been dominant
in every matter that his hand or his brain had touched.
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