It was not, after all, a new life that was coming to this man, Auntie
Sue told herself; it was his own old and more real life that was
reassuring itself. It was the real Brian Kent that had been sojourning
in a far country that was now coming home to his own. It was the wealth
of his heart and mind and soul which had been deep-buried under an
accumulation of circumstances and environment that was now being brought
to the surface.
Might it not be that Auntie Sue's genius for absorbing beauty and making
truth her own had, in her many years of searching for truth and beauty
in whatever humanity she encountered, developed in her a peculiar
sensitiveness? And was it not this that had made her feel instinctively
the real nature of the man in whom a less discerning observer would have
recognized nothing worthy of admiration or regard? Without question,
it was the true,--the essential,--the underlying,--elements in the
character of the absconding bank clerk that had aroused in this
remarkable old gentlewoman the peculiar sense of kinship--of
possession--that had determined her attitude toward the stranger. The
law that like calls to like is not less applicable to things spiritual
than to things material. The birds of a feather that always flock
together are not of necessity material birds of material feathers.
Nor was Brian Kent himself unconscious of his Re-Creation.
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