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I know also where your wife has gone." Heldon's face was of a hateful paleness.... They passed out into the night. "Where are you going"? Heldon said. "To God's Playground, if we can get there." "To God's Playground? To the glacier-top? You are mad." "No, but he and she were mad. Come on." Then he whispered something, and Heldon gave a great cry, and they plunged into the woods.
Only one man knew the way, and he was dead upon it with Heldon's wife: two shameless suicides.... When he came down from the mountain the hair upon his face was white, though that upon his head remained black as it had always been.
A sharp sound as of anguish and anger escaped her; then she fastened her eyes on the door in front of her. At that moment Tom Liffey was standing with his hands on his hips looking at Heldon's home on the hill; and he said some rumbling words, then strode on down the road, and suddenly paused near the wife. He did not see her. He faced the door at which she was looking, and shook his fist at it.
Later that evening Heldon's wife stood cloaked and veiled in the shadows of the pines, facing the house with The Crimson Flag. Her eyes shifted ever from the door to the flag, which was stirred by the light breeze. Once or twice she shivered as with cold, but she instantly stilled again, and watched. It was midnight.
There's wimmin there wid cheeks like roses and buthermilk, and a touch that'd make y'r heart pound on y'r ribs; but none that's grander than Heldon's wife. To lave her for that other, standin' hip-high in her shame, is temptin' the fires of Heaven, that basted the sinners o' Sodom." Pierre, pausing between the whiffs of a cigarette, said: "So?
A sharp sound as of anguish and anger escaped her; then she fastened her eyes on the door in front of her. At that moment Tom Liffey was standing with his hands on his hips looking at Heldon's home on the hill; and he said some rumbling words, then strode on down the road, and suddenly paused near the wife. He did not see her. He faced the door at which she was looking, and shook his fist at it.
Later that evening Heldon's wife stood cloaked and veiled in the shadows of the pines, facing the house with The Crimson Flag. Her eyes shifted ever from the door to the flag, which was stirred by the light breeze. Once or twice she shivered as with cold, but she instantly stilled again, and watched. It was midnight.
Here and there beyond in the village a light showed, and straggling voices floated faintly towards her. For a long time no sound came from the house. But at last she heard a laugh. At that she drew something from her pocket, and held it firmly in her hand. Once she turned and looked at another house far up on the hill, where lights were burning. It was Heldon's house her home.
"You have almighty virtue, and you did that brave trick of the glacier; but great men have fallen. You are not dead yet. Still, as you say, Heldon's wife is noble to see. She is grave and cold, and speaks little; but there is something in her which is not of the meek of the earth.
I know also where your wife has gone." Heldon's face was of a hateful paleness. . . . They passed out into the night. "Where are you going?" Heldon said. "To God's Playground, if we can get there." "To God's Playground? To the glacier-top? You are mad." "No, but he and she were mad. Come on." Then he whispered something, and Heldon gave a great cry, and they plunged into the woods.
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