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Adoration　of　the　Magi；　and　always；　each　time；　he　received　the

same　gradual　fulfilment　of　delight。　It　had　to　do　with　the

establishment　of　a　whole　mystical；　architectural　conception

which　used　the　human　figure　as　a　unit。　Sometimes　he　had　to　hurry

home；　and　go　to　the　Fra　Angelico　〃Last　Judgment〃。　The　pathway　of

open　graves；　the　huddled　earth　on　either　side；　the　seemly　heaven

arranged　above；　the　singing　process　to　paradise　on　the　one　hand；

the　stuttering　descent　to　hell　on　the　other；　pleted　and

satisfied　him。　He　did　not　care　whether　or　not　he　believed　in

devils　or　angels。　The　whole　conception　gave　him　the　deepest

satisfaction；　and　he　wanted　nothing　more。

Ursula；　accustomed　to　these　pictures　from　her　childhood；

hunted　out　their　detail。　She　adored　Fra　Angelico's　flowers　and

light　and　angels；　she　liked　the　demons　and　enjoyed　the　hell。　But

the　representation　of　the　encircled　God；　surrounded　by　all　the

angels　on　high；　suddenly　bored　her。　The　figure　of　the　Most　High

bored　her；　and　roused　her　resentment。　Was　this　the　culmination

and　the　meaning　of　it　all；　this　draped；　null　figure？　The　angels

were　so　lovely；　and　the　light　so　beautiful。　And　only　for　this；

to　surround　such　a　banality　for　God！

She　was　dissatisfied；　but　not　fit　as　yet　to　criticize。　There

was　yet　so　much　to　wonder　over。　Winter　came；　pine　branches　were

torn　down　in　the　snow；　the　green　pine　needles　looked　rich　upon

the　ground。　There　was　the　wonderful；　starry；　straight　track　of　a

pheasant's　footsteps　across　the　snow　imprinted　so　clea