"She's so horrible?" I saw my colleague scarce knew how to put it. Her bosom was as a bird's, soft and slight, slight and soft as the breast of some dark-plumaged dove. Perhaps he prayed for the souls in purgatory or for the grace of a happy death or perhaps he prayed that God might send him back a part of the big fortune he had squandered in Cork. It represents but grossly what took place within me at the sight to say that on the second my decision was made; yet I believe that no woman so overwhelmed ever in so short a time recovered her grasp of the ACT.