So much cut off and ended it is," he said, glancing
at the sky again. "If space is the area of life and time
is its opportunity, there goes a measure of opportunity."
"I wonder," said Advena, "where it goes?"
"Into the void behind time?" he suggested, smiling straight
at her.
"Into the texture of the future," she answered, smiling
back.
"We might bring it to bear very intelligently on the
future, at any rate," he returned. "The world is wrapped
in destiny, and but revolves to roll it out"
"I don't remember that," she said curiously.
"No you couldn't," he laughed outright. "I haven't thought
it good enough to publish."
"And it isn't the sort of thing," she ventured gaily,
"you could put in a sermon."
"No, it isn't." They came to a corner of the street which
led to Mr Finlay's boarding-house. It stretched narrowly
to the north and there was a good deal more snow on each
side of it. They lingered together for a moment talking,
seizing the new joy in it which was simply the joy of
his sudden liberation with her consciously pushing away
the moment of parting; and Finlay's eyes rested once
again on the evening sky beyond the river.
"I believe you are right and I am a moralizer," he said.
"There IS pain over there. One thinks a sunset beautiful
and impressive, but one doesn't look at it long.
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