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Updated: June 24, 2025
She had long ago lost the illusion of her husband's immaculate goodness; and now she cast off, once for all, the dear and pitiful belief that had revived in her under her brief enchantment in the wood at Westleydale.
If Anne had accounted to herself for that day, she would have said that they had taken the nine-fifty train to Westleydale, that they had had a nice luncheon, that the weather was exceptionally fine, and that well, yes, certainly, that day had been the beginning of their entirely satisfactory relations. Anne's mind had a tendency to lapse into the commonplace when not greatly stirred.
Supreme moods can never be recaptured or repeated. The passion that inspires them is unique, self-sacrificial, immortal only through fruition; doomed to pass and perish in its exaltation. She would know tenderness, but never just that tenderness; gladness, but never that gladness; peace, but never the peace that possessed her in the woods at Westleydale.
It showed that, thanks to Peggy, Anne's humanisation was almost complete. To-day, which was Peggy's birthday, Anne's heart was light and happy. She had planned, that, if the day were fine, the festival was to be celebrated by a picnic to Westleydale. And the day was fine. Majendie had promised to be home in time to start by the nine-fifty train. Meanwhile they waited.
His profound stillness, suggesting an interminable patience, gave him a beautiful immensity of his own. Anne, left in her charmed, inviolate circle, surrendered sweetly to the spirit of Westleydale. The place was peace folded upon the breast of peace. Presently she spoke, calling his name, as if out of the far-off unutterable peace. "Walter, it was kind of you to bring me here."
Remembering Westleydale, he told himself that her blanched susceptibility was tenderness at white heat. And at times she could say perfect things. "I wonder, Nancy," he once said to her, "if you know how divinely sweet your voice is?" "I shall begin to think it is, if you think so," said she. "And would you think yourself beautiful, if I thought so?" "Very beautiful.
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