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Chapter 26

           ItisworryingtofindsomebodybelievinginaGodwhenyoucan’tbelieveinHim—tohavebeautifulfaithsofferedtoyouwhichyoucan’tgrasp—andtoknowthatthereisacreaturealive,awomanlikeyourselfineverythingexceptmind,whoisholdingfastahappinesswhichyoucanneverattain—no,notthoughyouheldoutprayinghandsdayandnightandshoutedwildappealstothedullheavens!"

           Atthatmomentshelookedlikeaqueenoftragedy—hervioleteyesablaze—herlipsapart—herbreastheaving;——Iapproachedherwithastrangenervoushesitationandtouchedherhand.Shegaveittomepassively—Idrewitthroughmyarm,andforaminuteortwowepacedsilentlyupanddownthegravelwalk.Thelightsfromthemonsterhotelwhichcateredforusandourwants,werebeginningtotwinklefrombasementtoroof—andjustabovethechâletwerented,atriadofstarssparkledintheshapeofatrefoil.

           "PoorGeoffrey!"shesaidpresently,withaquickupwardglanceatme—"Iamsorryforyou!WithallmyvagariesofdispositionIamnotafool,andatanyrateIhavelearnedhowtoanalysemyselfaswellasothers.IreadyouaseasilyasIreadabook—Iseewhatastrangetumultyourmindisin!Youloveme—andyouloatheme!—andthecontrastofemotionmakesawreckofyouandyourideals.Hush—don’tspeak;Iknow—Iknow!Butwhatwouldyouhavemebe?Anangel?Icannotrealizesuchabeingformorethanafleetingmomentofimagination.Asaint?Theywereallmartyred.

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