right and wrong

possibly could to disguise her condition. Her nervous terrors, her

dark humors, sprang to some extent from this unfortunate state of

things, the secret of which she kept very shamefacedly, as became a

courtesan mother who is obliged to conceal her plight. The thing

struck her as a ridiculous accident, which made her appear small in

her own eyes and would, had it been known, have led people to chaff

"A poor joke, eh?" she said. "Bad luck, too, certainly."

She was necessarily very sharp set when she thought her last hour