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s　own　being。　In　its　isolation　it　made　no

excuse　or　explanation　for　itself。

So　he　seemed　perfectly；　even　fatally　established；　he　did　not

asked　to　be　rendered　before　he　could　exist；　before　he　could　have

relationship　with　another　person。

This　attracted　Ursula　very　much。　She　was　so　used　to　unsure

people　who　took　on　a　new　being　with　every　new　influence。　Her

Uncle　Tom　was　always　more　or　less　what　the　other　person　would

have　him。　In　consequence；　one　never　knew　the　real　Uncle　Tom；

only　a　fluid；　unsatisfactory　flux　with　a　more　or　less　consistent

appearance。

But；　let　Skrebensky　do　what　he　would；　betray　himself

entirely；　he　betrayed　himself　always　upon　his　own

responsibility。　He　permitted　no　question　about　himself。　He　was

irrevocable　in　his　isolation。

So　Ursula　thought　him　wonderful；　he　was　so　finely

constituted；　and　so　distinct；　self…contained；　self…supporting。

This；　she　said　to　herself；　was　a　gentleman；　he　had　a　nature　like

fate；　the　nature　of　an　aristocrat。

She　laid　hold　of　him　at　once　for　her　dreams。　Here　was　one

such　as　those　Sons　of　God　who　saw　the　daughters　of　men；　that

they　were　fair。　He　was　no　son　of　Adam。　Adam　was　servile。　Had　not

Adam　been　driven　cringing　out　of　his　native　place；　had　not　the

human　race　been　a　beggar　ever　since；　seeking　its　own　being？　But

Anton　Skrebensky　could　not　beg。　He　was　in　possession　of　himself；

of　that；　and　no　more。　Other　people　could　not　really　give　him

anything　nor　take　anything　from　him。　His　soul　stood　alone。

She　knew　that　her　mother　and　father　acknowledged　him。　The

house　was　changed。　There　had　been　a　visit　paid　to　the　house。

Once　three　angels