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Barclay, Florence L. (Florence Louisa), 1862-1921

"The Rosary"

On him it bursts, as a revelation; on her it dawns
slowly, as the breaking of the day."
"Oh, my God," murmured Garth brokenly, "it was just that! The Garden
of Eden, soul to soul, with no reservations, nothing to fear,
nothing to hide. I realised her my WIFE, and called her so. And the
next morning she called ME 'a mere boy,' whom she could not for a
moment think of marrying. So what becomes of your fool theory,
Brand?"
"Confirmed," replied the doctor quietly. "Eve, afraid of the
immensity of her bliss, doubtful of herself, fearful of coming short
of the marvel of his ideal of her, fleeing from Adam, to hide among
the trees of the garden. Don't talk about fool theories, my boy. The
fool-fact was Adam, if he did not start in prompt pursuit."
Garth sat forward, his hands clutching the arms of his chair. That
quiet, level voice was awakening doubts. as to his view of the
situation, the first he had had since the moment of turning and
walking down the Shenstone village church three years ago.


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