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"What need of speech between you and me?" She saw Chevenix upon the high ground above. He stood on the grass dykes of Hirlebury, and waved his hat. "I must go now," she said. "Good-bye, my dear one." "Good-bye, Despoina. In seven hours you will be here again...."
I see Hera in you, too, the peering, proud lady of intolerant eyelids; and Kore, the pale, sad wife which makes you your own daughter, my dear; and Gaia, by whom the Athenians swore when they were serious, Gaia, the Heart of the Earth. All these you are in turns; but to me Despoina, the Lady of the Country, whose secrets no man knows but me."
It appears to be a law that the wife takes the nature of the husband, or as much of it as she can, and it is important to remark that in all cases the children are of the husband's nature, fairy or mortal as he may happen to be. "Nature," Despoina told me, "follows the male."
The storm swept surging over her; passion long pent made her shiver like a blown fire. They took their wild joy.... He led her by her hand to the shade of the valley, where the deep turf is hardly ever dry. She was barefoot, as he was, and bareheaded. In her bosom was a spray of dog-rose. "You are blue-gowned, like Despoina," he told her, "and, indeed, that is your name.
Despoina heard me, smiled at me, and went her way regardlessly; but my poor Mary was a victim. She heard me, and took it seriously. She thought me a man of God. I failed absolutely, and so badly that by rights I ought never to have held up my head again. But she is happy, dear little soul, after her own peculiar fashion, which she never could have been with me. She writes to me now and then.
The stars which looked on London, looked also on the dim grass wolds, on hills rolling like waves, on muffled woods, rivers swift under their banks, on cornlands stiff and silent in the calm, on pastures and drowsy sheep. But the hills stretched out on either side of a valley, fold upon fold, everlastingly the same. There Despoina walked, at the deepest hour of the night.
There is, of course, not the slightest doubt about it. Mrs. Ventris was a fairy wife. Mrs. Ventris was a puzzle to me for a good many years in fact until Despoina explained to me many things. For Mrs. Ventris and Mrs. Marks were both fairy wives, and the wood-girl, Mabilla King, whose case I am going to deal with was another.
Mannhardt now examines the explanations of Demeter Erinnys, and her legend, given by Preller, E. Curtius, O. Muller, A. Kuhn, W. Sonne, Max Muller, E. Burnouf, de Gubernatis, Schwartz, and H. D. Muller. 'Here, he cries, 'is a variegated list of hypotheses! Demeter is Storm-cloud Sun Goddess Earth and Moon Goddess Dawn Night. Poseidon is Sea Storm God Cloud-hidden Sun Rain God. Despoina is
"It began as Memoirs in three volumes, but those have stopped. There was plenty to say, but after certain experiences which came to me here singular enough experiences nothing in it seemed worth while. Now I call it Despoina, after the principal character. Despoina, or the Lore of Proserpine." "Who is Despoina?" She showed him that she had the answer already.
Even now she was looked for by one who sat in the valley and watched the East intent, hooded, white, his chin upon his knees. A knock sounded at her door. She turned and ran to open. "Her ladyship have sent to know if you would have something sent up, miss." "Nothing, nothing." She sped back to the window. At midnight, Despoina should be there. At midnight! In three hours!
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