第32部分(第2/9 頁)

　came　in　sunbeams　between

them；　when　she　was　like　a　flower　in　the　sun　to　him；　so

beautiful；　so　shining；　so　intensely　dear　that　he　could　scarcely

bear　it。　Then　as　if　his　soul　had　six　wings　of　bliss　he　stood

absorbed　in　praise；　feeling　the　radiance　from　the　Almighty　beat

through　him　like　a　pulse；　as　he　stood　in　the　upright　flame　of

praise；　transmitting　the　pulse　of　Creation。

And　ever　and　again　he　appeared　to　her　as　the　dread　flame　of

power。　Sometimes；　when　he　stood　in　the　doorway；　his　face　lit　up；

he　seemed　like　an　Annunciation　to　her；　her　heart　beat　fast。　And

she　watched　him；　suspended。　He　had　a　dark；　burning　being　that

she　dreaded　and　resisted。　She　was　subject　to　him　as　to　the　Angel

of　the　Presence。　She　waited　upon　him　and　heard　his　will；　and　she

trembled　in　his　service。

Then　all　this　passed　away。　Then　he　loved　her　for　her

childishness　and　for　her　strangeness　to　him；　for　the　wonder　of

her　soul　which　was　different　from　his　soul；　and　which　made　him

genuine　when　he　would　be　false。　And　she　loved　him　for　the　way　he

sat　loosely　in　a　chair；　or　for　the　way　he　came　through　a　door

with　his　face　open　and　eager。　She　loved　his　ringing；　eager

voice；　and　the　touch　of　the　unknown　about　him；　his　absolute

simplicity。

Yet　neither　of　them　was　quite　satisfied。　He　felt；　somewhere；

that　she　did　not　respect　him。　She　only　respected　him　as　far