It seemed to me that, even after all I had seen and suffered,
my heart was still bent on taking and Cynthia's on giving. I seemed to
see my own heart through Cynthia's, while she appeared to see mine but
through her own. We spoke of our experiences, and of our many friends,
now hidden from us--and at last we spoke of Lucius. And then Cynthia
said:
"It is strange, dearest, that now and then there should yet remain any
doubt at all in my mind about your wish or desire; but I must speak; and
before I speak, I will say that whatever you desire, I will do. But I
think that Lucius has need of me, and I am his, in a way which I cannot
describe. He is halting now in his way, and he is unhappy because his
life is incomplete. May I help him?"
At this there struck through me a sharp and jealous pang; and a dark
cloud seemed to float across my mind for a moment. But I set all aside,
and thought for an instant of the vision of God. And then I said:
"Yes, Cynthia! I had wondered too; and it seems perhaps like the last
taint of earth, that I would, as it were, condemn you to a sort of
widowhood of love when I am gone.
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