"
"I believe you think that by taking strong measures one
can exorcise things," he said. "That if we could only
write out this history of ours in our hearts' blood it
would somehow vanish."
"No," she said, "but I should like to do it all the same."
"You must bear with me if I refuse the heroic in little.
It is even harder than the other." He broke off, leaning
back and looking at her from under his shading hand as
if that might protect him from too complete a vision.
The firelight was warm on her cheek and hair, her needle
once again completed the dear delusion: she sat there,
his wife. This was an aspect he forbade, but it would
return; here it was again.
"It is good to have you in my life," he said. "It is also
good to recognize one's possibilities."
"How can you definitely lose me?" she asked, and he shook
his head.
"I don't know. Now that I have found you it is as if you
and I had been rocked together on the tide of that
inconceivable ocean that casts us half-awake upon life,"
he said dreamily. "It isn't friendship of ideas, it's a
friendship of spirit. Indeed, I hope and pray never wholly
to lose that."
"You never will," she told him. "How many worlds one
lives in as the day goes by with the different people
one cares for--one beyond the other, concentric, ringing
from the heart! Yours comprises all the others; it lies
the farthest out--and alas! at present.
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