The voices that he knew so well, the common words, the quiet of the classroom when the voices paused and the silence was filled by the sound of softly browsing cattle as the other boys munched their lunches tranquilly, lulled his aching soul. "That she suffers the torments--!" It was this, of a truth, that made her, as she filled out my picture, gape. "Oh, I can't wait for the story!" "The story WON'T tell," said Douglas; "not in any literal, vulgar way. He knocked again more loudly and his heart jumped when he heard a muffled voice say: --Come in! He turned the handle and opened the door and fumbled for the handle of the green baize door inside.