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           Hefeltthateverymomentwasprecious.Hehadnevermetagirllikethisbefore—shewouldneverseemquitethesameagain.Hedidn’tatallfeellikeacharacterinaplay,theappropriatefeelinginanunconventionalsituation—instead,hehadasenseofcominghome.

           "Ihavejustmadeagreatdecision,"saidEleanorafteranotherpause,"andthatiswhyI’mhere,toansweranotherofyourquestions.IhavejustdecidedthatIdon’tbelieveinimmortality."

           "Really!howbanal!"

           "Frightfullyso,"sheanswered,"butdepressingwithastale,sicklydepression,nevertheless.Icameoutheretogetwet—likeawethen;wethensalwayshavegreatclarityofmind,"sheconcluded.

           "Goon,"Amorysaidpolitely.

           "Well—I’mnotafraidofthedark,soIputonmyslickerandrubberbootsandcameout.YouseeIwasalwaysafraid,before,tosayIdidn’tbelieveinGod—becausethelightningmightstrikeme—buthereIamandithasn’t,ofcourse,butthemainpointisthatthistimeIwasn’tanymoreafraidofitthanIhadbeenwhenIwasaChristianScientist,likeIwaslastyear.SonowIknowI’mamaterialistandIwasfraternizingwiththehaywhenyoucameoutandstoodbythewoods,scaredtodeath."

           "Why,youlittlewretch—"criedAmoryindignantly."Scaredofwhat?"

           "Yourself!"sheshouted,andhejumped.Sheclappedherhandsandlaughed."See—see!Conscience—killitlikeme!EleanorSavage,materiologist—nojumping,nostarting,comeearly—"

           "ButIhavetohaveasoul,"heobjected.