1/15 CHAPTER XXIV. His naturally good constitution triumphed over the disease, and his sick soreness of mind lost somewhat of its sharpness. So long as he brooded in silence over his pain and his wrongs, there was little chance of the sting becoming much lighter; it was like the vulture preying upon its own vitals; but that season of silence was past. When once a deep grief can be _spoken of_, its great agony is gone. I think there is an old saying, or a proverb--"Griefs lose themselves in telling," and a greater truism was never uttered. |