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Here
he
broke
off
with
a
laugh
.
"
She
was
a
strange
Spirit
,
"
--
he
said
--
"
because
she
could
see
nothing
but
herself
''
twixt
God
and
the
world
.
'
She
was
evidently
quite
unaware
of
the
numerous
existing
barriers
put
up
by
mankind
between
themselves
and
their
Maker
.
I
wonder
what
unenlightened
sphere
she
came
from
!
"
I
looked
at
him
in
mingled
wonder
and
impatience
.
"
You
talk
wildly
,
"
--
I
said
--
"
And
you
sing
wildly
.
Of
things
that
mean
nothing
,
and
are
nothing
"
He
smiled
,
lifting
his
eyes
to
the
moon
,
now
shining
her
fullest
and
brightest
.
"
True
!
"
he
replied
--
"
Things
which
have
meaning
and
are
valuable
,
have
all
to
do
with
money
or
appetite
,
Geoffrey
!
There
is
no
wider
outlook
evidently
!
But
we
were
speaking
of
love
,
and
I
hold
that
love
should
be
eternal
as
hate
.
Here
you
have
the
substance
of
my
religious
creed
if
I
have
any
--
that
there
are
two
spiritual
forces
ruling
the
universe
--
love
and
hate
--
and
that
their
incessant
quarrel
creates
the
general
confusion
of
life
.
Both
contend
one
against
the
other
--
and
only
at
Judgment-Day
will
it
be
proved
which
is
the
strongest
.
I
am
on
the
side
of
Hate
myself
--
for
at
present
Hate
has
scored
all
the
victories
worth
winning
,
while
Love
has
been
so
often
martyred
that
there
is
only
the
poor
ghost
of
it
left
on
earth
.
"
At
that
moment
my
wife
's
figure
appeared
at
the
drawing-room
window
,
and
Lucio
threw
away
his
half-smoked
cigar
.
"
Your
guardian-angel
beckons
!
"
he
said
,
looking
at
me
an
odd
expression
of
something
like
pity
mingled
with
disdain
--
"
Let
us
go
in
.
"
The
very
next
night
but
one
after
Lucio
's
strange
interview
with
Mavis
Clare
,
the
thunderbolt
destined
to
wreck
my
life
and
humiliate
me
to
the
dust
,
fell
with
appalling
suddenness
.
No
warning
given
!
--
it
came
at
a
moment
when
I
had
dared
to
deem
myself
happy
.
All
that
day
--
the
last
day
I
was
ever
to
know
of
pride
or
self-gratulation
--
I
had
enjoyed
life
to
the
full
;
it
was
a
day
too
in
which
Sibyl
had
seemed
transformed
to
a
sweeter
,
gentler
woman
than
I
had
hitherto
known
her
--
when
all
her
attractions
of
beauty
and
manner
were
apparently
put
forth
to
captivate
and
enthrall
me
as
though
she
were
yet
to
be
wooed
and
won
.
Or
--
did
she
mean
to
bewitch
and
subjugate
Lucio
?
Of
this
I
never
thought
--
never
dreamed
:
--
I
only
saw
in
my
wife
an
enchantress
of
the
most
voluptuous
and
delicate
loveliness
--
a
woman
whose
very
garments
seemed
to
cling
to
her
tenderly
as
though
proud
of
clothing
so
exquisite
a
form
--
a
creature
whose
every
glance
was
brilliant
,
whose
every
smile
was
a
ravishment
--
and
whose
voice
,
attuned
to
the
softest
and
most
caressing
tones
appeared
in
its
every
utterance
to
assure
me
of
a
deeper
and
more
lasting
love
than
I
had
yet
enjoyed
.
The
hours
flew
by
on
golden
wings
--
we
all
three
--
Sibyl
,
myself
and
Lucio
--
had
attained
,
as
I
imagined
,
to
a
perfect
unity
of
friendship
and
mutual
understanding
--
we
had
passed
that
last
day
together
in
the
outlying
woods
of
Willowsmere
,
under
a
gorgeous
canopy
of
autumn
leaves
,
through
which
the
sun
shed
mellow
beams
of
rose
and
gold
--
we
had
had
an
al
fresco
luncheon
in
the
open
air
--
Lucio
had
sung
for
us
wild
old
ballads
and
love-madrigals
till
the
very
foliage
had
seemed
to
tremble
with
joy
at
the
sound
of
such
entrancing
melody
--
and
not
a
cloud
had
marred
the
perfect
peace
and
pleasure
of
the
time
.
Mavis
Clare
was
not
with
us
--
and
I
was
glad
.
Somehow
I
felt
that
of
late
she
had
been
more
or
less
a
discordant
element
whenever
she
had
joined
our
party
.
I
admired
her
--
in
a
sort
of
fraternal
half-patronizing
way
I
even
loved
her
--
nevertheless
I
was
conscious
that
her
ways
were
not
as
our
ways
--
her
thoughts
not
as
our
thoughts
.
I
placed
the
fault
on
her
of
course
;
I
concluded
that
it
was
because
she
had
what
I
elected
to
call
'
literary
egoism
,
'
instead
of
by
its
rightful
name
,
the
spirit
of
honourable
independence
.
I
never
considered
the
inflated
quality
of
my
own
egoism
--
the
poor
pride
of
a
'
cash
and
county
'
position
,
which
is
the
pettiest
sort
of
vain-glory
anyone
can
indulge
in
--
and
after
turning
the
matter
over
in
my
mind
,
I
decided
that
Mavis
was
a
very
charming
young
woman
with
great
literary
gifts
,
and
an
amazing
pride
,
which
made
it
totally
impossible
for
her
to
associate
with
many
'
great
'
people
,
so-called
--
as
she
would
never
descend
to
the
necessary
level
of
flunkeyish
servility
which
they
expected
,
and
which
I
certainly
demanded
.
I
should
almost
have
been
inclined
to
relegate
her
to
'
Grub
Street
,
'
had
not
a
faint
sense
of
justice
as
well
as
shame
held
me
back
from
doing
her
that
indignity
even
in
my
thoughts
.
However
I
was
too
much
impressed
with
my
own
vast
resources
of
unlimited
wealth
,
to
realize
the
fact
that
anyone
who
,
like
Mavis
,
earns
independence
by
intellectual
work
and
worth
alone
,
is
entitled
to
feel
a
far
greater
pride
than
those
who
by
mere
chance
of
birth
or
heritage
become
the
possessors
of
millions
.
Then
again
,
Mavis
Clare
's
literary
position
was
,
though
I
liked
her
personally
,
always
a
kind
of
reproach
to
me
when
I
thought
of
my
own
abortive
efforts
to
win
the
laurels
of
fame
.
