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VII. The First Blast

           

           "Willyehaeyourbiteo’meat,sir?"shequavered.

           "IwillnotbreakbreadtillGodhasgivenmeclearness,"hesaidsternly;andIsobel,whowasinthehabitofspinningouthertalkswithhermastertillshewasdrivenout,slippedfromtheroomlikeadischargedprisonerwhofearsthattheCourtmaychangeitsmind.

           Davidrosenextmorningafterasleeplessnight,batteredinbody,butwithsomepeaceofmind,andindeedacomfortwhichhescarcelydaredtoconfesstohimself.Hehadnowastraightcoursebeforehim.Therewasanevilthingintheplaceagainstwhichhehaddeclaredwar,anomnipresentevil,forhedidnotknowwhoweretheguilty.ThethingwasliketheWooditself,anamorphousshadowcloudingthedaylight.Gonewerethedividedcounsels,thescruplesofconscience.WhatmatteredhisdoubtsaboutthepolicyoftheKirkatlargewhenherebeforehiseyeswasaconflictofGodandBelial?...Forthefirsttime,too,hecouldlethisminddwellwithoutscruplesuponthegirlinthegreenwood.Thelittleglenthatseparatedthepinesfromtheoaksandthehazelshadbecomeforhimthefrontierbetweendarknessandlight--ontheonesidetheinnocencyoftheworldwhichGodhadmade,ontheothertheuncleanhauntsofdevilry....AndyethehadfirstmetKatrineamongthepines.Tohishorroroftheworksofdarknesswasaddedabittersenseofsacrilege--thatobscenerevelryshouldtreadtheveryturfthatherfeethadtrod.

           ThatafternoonhesetoutforChasehope.

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