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But
God
giveth
it
a
body
as
it
hath
pleased
him
,
and
to
every
seed
his
own
body
.
.
.
.
It
is
sown
a
natural
body
;
it
is
raised
a
spiritual
body
.
’
It
is
because
you
are
a
natural
body
that
you
cannot
understand
her
,
nor
wish
for
her
as
a
spiritual
body
,
but
when
you
are
both
spiritual
,
then
you
shall
know
each
other
as
you
are
—
know
as
you
never
knew
before
.
Your
grain
of
wheat
is
your
symbol
of
immortality
.
You
bury
it
in
the
earth
.
It
dies
,
and
rises
again
a
thousand
times
more
beautiful
.
Vanamee
,
your
dear
girl
was
only
a
grain
of
humanity
that
we
have
buried
here
,
and
the
end
is
not
yet
.
But
all
this
is
so
old
,
so
old
.
The
world
learned
it
a
thousand
years
ago
,
and
yet
each
man
that
has
ever
stood
by
the
open
grave
of
any
one
he
loved
must
learn
it
all
over
again
from
the
beginning
.
”
Vanamee
was
silent
for
a
moment
,
looking
off
with
unseeing
eyes
between
the
trunks
of
the
pear
trees
,
over
the
little
valley
.
“
That
may
all
be
as
you
say
,
”
he
answered
after
a
while
.
“
I
have
not
learned
it
yet
,
in
any
case
.
Now
,
I
only
know
that
I
love
her
—
oh
,
as
if
it
all
were
yesterday
—
and
that
I
am
suffering
,
suffering
,
always
.
”
He
leaned
forward
,
his
head
supported
on
his
clenched
fists
,
the
infinite
sadness
of
his
face
deepening
like
a
shadow
,
the
tears
brimming
in
his
deep
-
set
eyes
.
A
question
that
he
must
ask
,
which
involved
the
thing
that
was
scarcely
to
be
thought
of
,
occurred
to
him
at
this
moment
.
After
hesitating
for
a
long
moment
,
he
said
:
“
I
have
been
away
a
long
time
,
and
I
have
had
no
news
of
this
place
since
I
left
.
Is
there
anything
to
tell
,
Father
?
Has
any
discovery
been
made
,
any
suspicion
developed
,
as
to
—
the
Other
?
”
The
priest
shook
his
head
.
“
Not
a
word
,
not
a
whisper
.
It
is
a
mystery
.
It
always
will
be
.
”
Vanamee
clasped
his
head
between
his
clenched
fists
,
rocking
himself
to
and
fro
.
“
Oh
,
the
terror
of
it
,
”
he
murmured
.
“
The
horror
of
it
.
And
she
—
think
of
it
,
Sarria
,
only
sixteen
,
a
little
girl
;
so
innocent
,
that
she
never
knew
what
wrong
meant
,
pure
as
a
little
child
is
pure
,
who
believed
that
all
things
were
good
;
mature
only
in
her
love
.
And
to
be
struck
down
like
that
,
while
your
God
looked
down
from
Heaven
and
would
not
take
her
part
.
”
All
at
once
he
seemed
to
lose
control
of
himself
.
One
of
those
furies
of
impotent
grief
and
wrath
that
assailed
him
from
time
to
time
,
blind
,
insensate
,
incoherent
,
suddenly
took
possession
of
him
.
A
torrent
of
words
issued
from
his
lips
,
and
he
flung
out
an
arm
,
the
fist
clenched
,
in
a
fierce
,
quick
gesture
,
partly
of
despair
,
partly
of
defiance
,
partly
of
supplication
.
“
No
,
your
God
would
not
take
her
part
.
Where
was
God
’
s
mercy
in
that
?
Where
was
Heaven
’
s
protection
in
that
?
Where
was
the
loving
kindness
you
preach
about
?
Why
did
God
give
her
life
if
it
was
to
be
stamped
out
?
Why
did
God
give
her
the
power
of
love
if
it
was
to
come
to
nothing
?
Sarria
,
listen
to
me
.
Why
did
God
make
her
so
divinely
pure
if
He
permitted
that
abomination
?
Ha
!
”
he
exclaimed
bitterly
,
“
your
God
!
Why
,
an
Apache
buck
would
have
been
more
merciful
.
Your
God
!
There
is
no
God
.
There
is
only
the
Devil
.
The
Heaven
you
pray
to
is
only
a
joke
,
a
wretched
trick
,
a
delusion
.
