George still dark, all
the tussle and the misery without a word from him. Am I
justified?" Into his own eyes tears came. "Yes, for we fight for
more than Love or Pleasure; there is Truth. Truth counts, Truth
does count."
"You kiss me," said the girl. "You kiss me. I will try."
He gave her a sense of deities reconciled, a feeling that, in
gaining the man she loved, she would gain something for the whole
world. Throughout the squalor of her homeward drive--she spoke at
once--his salutation remained. He had robbed the body of its
taint, the world's taunts of their sting; he had shown her the
holiness of direct desire. She "never exactly understood," she
would say in after years, "how he managed to strengthen her. It
was as if he had made her see the whole of everything at once."
Chapter XX: The End of the Middle Ages
The Miss Alans did go to Greece, but they went by themselves.
They alone of this little company will double Malea and plough
the waters of the Saronic gulf.
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