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Updated: May 20, 2025
The god she had liberated that sunlit day was dead not dead to her alone, but to any woman of Shore or Mountain or Isle.... With a gasp, she recalled Vina Nettleton's first conception, that Bedient was past, or rapidly passing beyond the attraction of a single woman. Beth saw that she had helped to bring him to this greater dimension. There was a thrill in the thought.
Bedient liked the Grey One. He liked her that afternoon, when she asked if he cared to come up to Vina Nettleton's with her. There was real warmth in her manner from the first.... Always that illusion of having played with her long ago, stole into mind with her name or presence. She had always been ready to give up things.
"That first night, I felt that we were old friends at once," he added, rising and standing before her. "The next day, you said it was just like a dream the night before and it was the same to me. We went up to Miss Nettleton's on the minute, just as if we were old playmates, and you had said, 'Let's ... So to-day, you have only told an old friend things trying things exactly as you should.
No one, so well as she, could perceive the tragedy of this gifted woman, whom the right man had missed in the crush of the world's women. A real artist, but a greater woman.... More than this was revealed to Beth. Her own Shadowy Sister was speaking to her with Vina Nettleton's tongue, as Beth Truba could never speak of another...
A bell was touched in the high hall, and Vina Nettleton's plaintive tone trailed forth: "Won't you come right in please into my muddy room?" A large room opening upon a steel fire-frame, where two could sit, and a view of the city to the North. Commandingly near on the left arose the Metropolitan Tower.
The Marys, the Magdalens, and the Marthas were a strangely smiling Sisterhood.... "Child, you have been faithful in the little things," came to her. "You have thought of us and wept with us and loved us, and we have prevailed to bring you happiness." And so the other side of the picture Vina Nettleton's life picture now turned. The "Stations" were like panels of fairies, after that.
Harney asked; but as she turned her happy eyes on him he guessed the answer and said: "We'll take a look round, shall we?" The street swarmed with their fellow-travellers, with other excursionists arriving from other directions, with Nettleton's own population, and with the mill-hands trooping in from the factories on the Creston.
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