On
a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of
young Buddha. I
was grounded for the last two weeks. So this was
what it was all about. ‘I do not understand you. "Strange!" observed the Master; "I thought he'd been at my elbow all this time. "There!" she cried, laughing, "that'll teach you to lay hands upon me again. Let us stay the night here. The
hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. ’
‘So would you run away,’ she uttered impulsively. ”
“How absurd!” Annabel declared. ’
The lady looked unexpectedly smug. I suppose my creed is, ‘I believe rather indistinctly in
God the Father Almighty, substratum of the evolutionary process, and, in a vein
of vague sentimentality that doesn’t give a datum for anything at all, in Jesus
Christ, His Son. I
declare I'm almost afraid to go to the door. To wait for hours and hours for the night! The sea
empty for days! You forgot the monotony, the endless monotony, that bends you
and breaks you and crushes you—you forgot that!"
Her voice had steadily risen until it was charged with passionate anger.
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