"How can I--_bear_ it!" She turned and went back to her writing table and there she sat down and hid her face, trembling in an extraordinary way.
"You are as unhappy as that ?" said the Duchess.

"And you are _lonely_ ?" "All the world is lonely," Robin cried--not weeping, only shaking.
"Everything is left to itself to suffer.

God has gone away." The Duchess trembled a little herself.

She too had hideously felt something like the same thing at times of late.

But this soft shaking thing--! There shot into her mind like a bolt a sudden thought.