The
heroic girl saw his purpose in his eye--an eye at once black,
murderous, and Christian-like. For an instant she thought it was
better to succumb at once and thus end this remarkable attachment.
Suddenly through this chaos of Spiritual, Religious, Ecstatic,
Super-Egotistic whirl of confused thought, darted a gleam of
Common, Ordinary Horse Sense! John Gale saw it illumine her blue
eyes, and trembled. God in Mercy! If it came to THAT!
"Sit down, John," she said calmly. Then, in her sweet, clear
voice, she said: "Did it ever occur to you, dearest, that a more
ridiculous, unconvincing, purposeless, insane, God-forsaken idiot
than you never existed? That you eclipse the wildest dreams of
insanity? That you are a mental and moral 'What-is-it?'"
"It has occurred to me," he replied simply. "I began life with
vast asinine possibilities which fall to the lot of few men; yet I
cannot say that I have carried even THEM to a logical conclusion!
But YOU, love! YOU, darling! conceived in extravagance, born to
impossibility, a challenge to credulity, a problem to the
intellect, a 'missing word' for all ages,--are you aware of any one
as utterly unsympathetic, unreal, and untrue to nature as you are,
existing on the face of the earth, or in the waters under the
earth?"
"You are right, dearest; there are none," she returned with the
same calm, level voice.
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