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ike　an　insult。

What　was　much　deeper；　she　soon　came　to　bat　his　deepest

feelings。　What　he　thought　about　life　and　about　society　and

mankind　did　not　matter　very　much　to　her：　he　was　right　enough　to

be　insignificant。　This　was　again　galling　to　him。　She　would　judge

beyond　him　on　these　things。　But　at　length　he　came　to　accept　her

judgments；　discovering　them　as　if　they　were　his　own。　It　was　not

here　the　deep　trouble　lay。　The　deep　root　of　his　enmity　lay　in

the　fact　that　she　jeered　at　his　soul。　He　was　inarticulate　and

stupid　in　thought。　But　to　some　things　he　clung　passionately。　He

loved　the　Church。　If　she　tried　to　get　out　of　him；　what　he

believed；　then　they　were　both　soon　in　a　white　rage。

Did　he　believe　the　water　turned　to　wine　at　Cana？　She　would

drive　him　to　the　thing　as　a　historical　fact：　so　much

rain…water…look　at　it……can　it　bee　grape…juice；　wine？　For

an　instant；　he　saw　with　the　clear　eyes　of　the　mind　and　said　no；

his　clear　mind；　answering　her　for　a　moment；　rejected　the　idea。

And　immediately　his　whole　soul　was　crying　in　a　mad；　inchoate

hatred　against　this　violation　of　himself。　It　was　true　for　him。

His　mind　was　extinguished　again　at　once；　his　blood　was　up。　In

his　blood　and　bones；　he　wanted　the　scene；　the　wedding；　the　water

brought　forward　from　the　firkins　as　red　wine：　and　Christ　saying

to　His　mother：　〃Woman；　what　have　I　to　do　with　thee？……mine

hour　is　not　yet　e。〃

And　then：

〃His　mother　saith　unto　the　servants；　'Whatsoever　he　saith

unto　you；　do　it。'〃

Brangwen　loved　it；　with　his　bones　and　blood　he　loved　it；　he

could　not　let　it　go。　Yet　she　forced　him　to　let　it　go。　She　hated

his　blind　att