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As
he
crossed
the
square
,
walking
homeward
,
the
light
laughter
of
a
girl
reached
his
burning
ear
.
The
frail
gay
sound
smote
his
heart
more
strongly
than
a
trumpet
blast
,
and
,
not
daring
to
lift
his
eyes
,
he
turned
aside
and
gazed
,
as
he
walked
,
into
the
shadow
of
the
tangled
shrubs
.
Shame
rose
from
his
smitten
heart
and
flooded
his
whole
being
.
The
image
of
Emma
appeared
before
him
,
and
under
her
eyes
the
flood
of
shame
rushed
forth
anew
from
his
heart
.
If
she
knew
to
what
his
mind
had
subjected
her
or
how
his
brute-like
lust
had
torn
and
trampled
upon
her
innocence
!
Was
that
boyish
love
?
Was
that
chivalry
?
Was
that
poetry
?
The
sordid
details
of
his
orgies
stank
under
his
very
nostrils
.
The
soot-coated
packet
of
pictures
which
he
had
hidden
in
the
flue
of
the
fireplace
and
in
the
presence
of
whose
shameless
or
bashful
wantonness
he
lay
for
hours
sinning
In
thought
and
deed
;
his
monstrous
dreams
,
peopled
by
ape-like
creatures
and
by
harlots
with
gleaming
jewel
eyes
;
the
foul
long
letters
he
had
written
in
the
joy
of
guilty
confession
and
carried
secretly
for
days
and
days
only
to
throw
them
under
cover
of
night
among
the
grass
in
the
corner
of
a
field
or
beneath
some
hingeless
door
in
some
niche
in
the
hedges
where
a
girl
might
come
upon
them
as
she
walked
by
and
read
them
secretly
.
Mad
!
Mad
!
Was
it
possible
he
had
done
these
things
?
A
cold
sweat
broke
out
upon
his
forehead
as
the
foul
memories
condensed
within
his
brain
.
When
the
agony
of
shame
had
passed
from
him
he
tried
to
raise
his
soul
from
its
abject
powerlessness
.
God
and
the
Blessed
Virgin
were
too
far
from
him
:
God
was
too
great
and
stern
and
the
Blessed
Virgin
too
pure
and
holy
.
But
he
imagined
that
he
stood
near
Emma
in
a
wide
land
and
,
humbly
and
in
tears
,
bent
and
kissed
the
elbow
of
her
sleeve
.
In
the
wide
land
under
a
tender
lucid
evening
sky
,
a
cloud
drifting
westward
amid
a
pale
green
sea
of
heaven
,
they
stood
together
,
children
that
had
erred
.
Their
error
had
offended
deeply
God
's
majesty
though
it
was
the
error
of
two
children
;
but
it
had
not
offended
her
whose
beauty
IS
NOT
LIKE
EARTHLY
BEAUTY
,
DANGEROUS
TO
LOOK
UPON
,
BUT
LIKE
THE
MORNING
STAR
WHICH
.
IS
ITS
EMBLEM
,
BRIGHT
AND
MUSICAL
.
The
eyes
were
not
offended
which
she
turned
upon
him
nor
reproachful
.
She
placed
their
hands
together
,
hand
in
hand
,
and
said
,
speaking
to
their
hearts
:
--
Take
hands
,
Stephen
and
Emma
.
It
is
a
beautiful
evening
now
in
heaven
.
You
have
erred
but
you
are
always
my
children
.
It
is
one
heart
that
loves
another
heart
.
Take
hands
together
,
my
dear
children
,
and
you
will
be
happy
together
and
your
hearts
will
love
each
other
.
The
chapel
was
flooded
by
the
dull
scarlet
light
that
filtered
through
the
lowered
blinds
;
and
through
the
fissure
between
the
last
blind
and
the
sash
a
shaft
of
wan
light
entered
like
a
spear
and
touched
the
embossed
brasses
of
the
candlesticks
upon
the
altar
that
gleamed
like
the
battle-worn
mail
armour
of
angels
.
Rain
was
falling
on
the
chapel
,
on
the
garden
,
on
the
college
.
It
would
rain
for
ever
,
noiselessly
.
The
water
would
rise
inch
by
inch
,
covering
the
grass
and
shrubs
,
covering
the
trees
and
houses
,
covering
the
monuments
and
the
mountain
tops
.
All
life
would
be
choked
off
,
noiselessly
:
birds
,
men
,
elephants
,
pigs
,
children
:
noiselessly
floating
corpses
amid
the
litter
of
the
wreckage
of
the
world
.
Forty
days
and
forty
nights
the
rain
would
fall
till
the
waters
covered
the
face
of
the
earth
.
It
might
be
.
Why
not
?
--
HELL
HAS
ENLARGED
ITS
SOUL
AND
OPENED
ITS
MOUTH
WITHOUT
ANY
LIMITS
--
words
taken
,
my
dear
little
brothers
in
Christ
Jesus
,
from
the
book
of
Isaias
,
fifth
chapter
,
fourteenth
verse
.
