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Updated: June 8, 2025
"He's not Buddhist, Vedantist, neo-Platonist," she declared, deeply puzzled. Somehow she did not attract from him, as did Vina Nettleton, the rare pabulum which would have proved him just a Christian. Finally, from fragments brought by Vina, the Grey One, and David Cairns, she hit upon a name for him that would do, even if intended a trifle ironically at first: The Modern.
And crowded with celestial Rishis and Gandharvas and Suparnas and Nagas and Asuras and Siddhas, and filled with celestial perfumes and scattered over with celestial flowers, and resounding with the kettle-drum and the deep hum of infinite voices, and echoing with the softer music of the flute, the Vina, and the tabor, the cars of the celestials could scarcely find a passage through the firmament.
It was one of the big intimate warmths of the world, one of the fine moments of life in the world. Her giving was true. He could think of no other who could have helped him in this way, save Vina Nettleton. These two had not entered his mind together before. And they were unlike in every way, except in their pure quality of giving.
There was a sweet seasoning in the house; decades of flowers and winds, spare living, gentle voices and infallible cleanliness that perfumed texture which years of fineness alone can bring to a life or to a house. "See, the table is set for two!" Vina whispered, "as if the sisters were to be back for dinner. Everything is just as they left it."
He had not raised his voice above that low animate tone, which has not half the carrying quality of a whisper. Beth had hoped for such a moment, for in her heart she knew that Vina Nettleton had felt this power of his.
Cairns exclaimed. "A woman's vision of the finest sort, empowered with a man's understanding " "Of the finest sort," Beth finished laughingly. "By the way, that's a good definition of a prophet, isn't it?" "It does work out," he said, thinking hard. Beth observed with interest at this point, that Bedient had confined his discussion of the visioning feminine principle to Vina.
Thou art he that assists others in the accomplishment of their designs. Thou art an excellent friend. Thou art he that bears a Vina made of two hollow gourds. Thou art of the form of that Vishnu who floats on the waters after the universal dissolution. Thou devourest all things with great ferocity. Thou art he that procreates offspring.
She did not have less talent than Vina or Beth; indeed, she had been considered of rather rich promise in Paris; but she had less developed energies and balance to use them, less physique. She lacked the spirit of that little thoroughbred, Vina Nettleton, and the pride and courage of Beth Truba.
"Well, then, he made me see there were real men in the world," Vina declared with slow defiance. "Oh." "You're sure to misunderstand. Please listen carefully. He is as far to me from being that kind of a real man as a mere native. Do you understand?... I could worship through him, as through a pure priest " "Vina, you're a passionate idealist!" "You don't know him.
"I will keep it, Beth." "Even from Vina. Vina is pure. He would read it in her eyes if she knew. I wonder that he loved me.... God!... You have enough of the world left to bury this evil thing for me. I am glad of your happiness." "Vina will want to see you to-day." "She may come.... You may say I have been ill. It is true.... I shall stay and be with you for your marriage. You want me "
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