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through　him　like　a　pulse；　as　he　stood　in　the　upright　flame　of

praise；　transmitting　the　pulse　of　Creation。

And　ever　and　again　he　appeared　to　her　as　the　dread　flame　of

power。　Sometimes；　when　he　stood　in　the　doorway；　his　face　lit　up；

he　seemed　like　an　Annunciation　to　her；　her　heart　beat　fast。　And

she　watched　him；　suspended。　He　had　a　dark；　burning　being　that

she　dreaded　and　resisted。　She　was　subject　to　him　as　to　the　Angel

of　the　Presence。　She　waited　upon　him　and　heard　his　will；　and　she

trembled　in　his　service。

Then　all　this　passed　away。　Then　he　loved　her　for　her

childishness　and　for　her　strangeness　to　him；　for　the　wonder　of

her　soul　which　was　different　from　his　soul；　and　which　made　him

genuine　when　he　would　be　false。　And　she　loved　him　for　the　way　he

sat　loosely　in　a　chair；　or　for　the　way　he　came　through　a　door

with　his　face　open　and　eager。　She　loved　his　ringing；　eager

voice；　and　the　touch　of　the　unknown　about　him；　his　absolute

simplicity。

Yet　neither　of　them　was　quite　satisfied。　He　felt；　somewhere；

that　she　did　not　respect　him。　She　only　respected　him　as　far　as

he　was　related　to　herself。　For　what　he　was；　beyond　her；　she　had

no　care。　She　did　not　care　for　what　he　represented　in　himself。　It

is　true；　he　did　not　know　himself　what　he　represented。　But

whatever　it　was　she　did　not　really　honour　it。　She　did　no　service

to　his　work　as　a　lace…designer；　nor　to　himself　as　bread…winner。

Because　he　went　down　to　the　office　and　worked　every

day……that　entitled　him　to　no　respect　or　regard　from　her；　he

knew。　Rather　she　despised　him　for　it。　And　he　almost　loved　her

for　this；　though　at　first　it　maddened　him　l