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"Never mind we'll manage to make out somehow!" Section 16. They drove home; and all through supper they talked about this breathless event. Afterwards they sat in the twilight, upon the porch, and threshed it out in its every aspect. "Corydon," said he, "I don't believe you really loved him as much as you thought. Did you?" She stared before her without answering.
And this would lead to moods of weakness and satisfaction not to that divine discontent, that rage of impatience which Thyrsis craved. It seemed to him that Corydon grew more and more in love with him, and more willing to cling to him; and he was savage because of his own complaisance.
Why do you suppose I am writing all this I, who have felt such deep and true love for you? I have no courage the dampness of the day has settled into my soul and I shall be joyless until there is no more cursed doubt of you and your love for me. Dear Corydon: Against resolutions, I am writing to you again.
To Thyrsis this seemed an example of the marvels of science, of the adjustment of means to ends; for behold, when he had taken the red liquid, the bread and milk disappeared as if by magic! And he might go on and eat anything else if there was trouble, he had only to take more of the red liquid! So he plunged into work on a pot-boiler, and wrote Corydon to be of cheer, that the dawn was breaking.
It opened up vistas to his spirit; vistas of loneliness and grief and then again, vistas of freedom and triumph. If he were to mail it, it would be irrevocable; and it would probably mean that he would lose Corydon. And could he make up his mind to lose her? His swift thoughts flew to their parting; there were tears in his eyes his love came back to him, as it had when he thought she was dying.
And there will you believe it? we danced under the beech-trees like Phyllis and Corydon, or whoever they are that Sidney is always prating of; or like two fools, I would sooner say. Then when we had done, I made him a curtsey. "'Now you must help me up, said I, and he mounted me without a word, for he was a stoutish gallant and somewhat out of breath.
"I know that. But then, am I always to sit at home and be placid, while you go away to wrestle with the angels?" "Not always, Corydon," he said. "This will pass " "If I do," she cried, "I only stay to wrestle with the demons. And is that so very good for a pregnant woman?" "My dear!" he protested. "It's just as I said!" she went on. "I ought not to have had the child!
The nurse hurried forward, and Corydon felt a stinging sensation in her side, and then a delightful numbness crept over her. "Oh, thank you, doctor," she whispered. Section 5. The next week held for Corydon continuous suffering, which she bore with a rebellious defiance feeling that she had been betrayed in some way. "If you had only told me," she wailed, to the doctor.
"Just a little story," he said to Corydon, when he read it to her, and he was surprised to see how it affected her how the tears welled into her eyes, and she clung to him sobbing. It meant more to her than any other thing that he had written; it was the very voice of their tenderness and their grief.
Nevertheless this house-building time was one of the happiest periods of their lives. For here was something constructive, in which they could both be occupied. Thyrsis would be up and at work early in the morning, before the carpenter came; and in between the baby's various meals, Corydon would come also, and take part in the operations.
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