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Page 83
As he spoke she seemed to be transfigured, and to have
indeed no part with refinement or unrefinement any longer.
Out of this wreck there was revealed to him something
indestructible--something which she, who had given it, could
never take away.
"I say again, don't be charitable. If he had asked me,
I might have given myself body and soul. That would have
been the end of my rescue party. But all through he took me
for a superior being--a goddess. I who was worshipping every
inch of him, and every word he spoke. And that saved me."
Philip's eyes were fixed on the Campanile of Airolo.
But he saw instead the fair myth of Endymion. This woman
was a goddess to the end. For her no love could be
degrading: she stood outside all degradation. This episode,
which she thought so sordid, and which was so tragic for
him, remained supremely beautiful. To such a height was he
lifted, that without regret he could now have told her that
he was her worshipper too. But what was the use of telling
her? For all the wonderful things had happened.
"Thank you," was all that he permitted himself. "Thank
you for everything."
She looked at him with great friendliness, for he had
made her life endurable. At that moment the train entered
the San Gothard tunnel. They hurried back to the carriage
to close the windows lest the smuts should get into
Harriet's eyes.
End of the Project Gutenberg Etext of Where Angels Fear to Tread
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