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nestablished！

How　did　one　grow　old…how　could　one　bee　confident？　He

wished　he　felt　older。　Why；　what　difference　was　there；　as　far　as

he　felt　matured　or　pleted；　between　him　now　and　him　at　his　own

wedding？　He　might　be　getting　married　over　again……he　and　his

wife。　He　felt　himself　tiny；　a　little；　upright　figure　on　a　plain

circled　round　with　the　immense；　roaring　sky：　he　and　his　wife；

two　little；　upright　figures　walking　across　this　plain；　whilst

the　heavens　shimmered　and　roared　about　them。　When　did　one　e

to　an　end？　In　which　direction　was　it　finished？　There　was　no　end；

no　finish；　only　this　roaring　vast　space。　Did　one　never　get　old；

never　die？　That　was　the　clue。　He　exulted　strangely；　with

torture。　He　would　go　on　with　his　wife；　he　and　she　like　two

children　camping　in　the　plains。　What　was　sure　but　the　endless

sky？　But　that　was　so　sure；　so　boundless。

Still　the　royal　blue　colour　burned　and　blazed　and　sported

itself　in　the　web　of　darkness　before　him；　unwearyingly　rich　and

splendid。　How　rich　and　splendid　his　own　life　was；　red　and

burning　and　blazing　and　sporting　itself　in　the　dark　meshes　of

his　body：　and　his　wife；　how　she　glowed　and　burned　dark　within

her　meshes！　Always　it　was　so　unfinished　and　unformed！

There　was　a　loud　noise　of　the　organ。　The　whole　party　was

trooping　to　the　vestry。　There　was　a　blotted；　scrawled

book……and　that　young　girl　putting　back　her　veil　in　her

vanity；　and　laying　her　hand　with　the　wedding…ring

self…consciously　conspicuous；　and　signing　her　name　proudly

because　of　the　vain　spectacle　she　made：

〃Anna　Theresa　Lensky。〃

〃Anna　Theresa　Lensky〃……what　a　vain；　independent　minx　she