Hitherto
Beauty had been content to barter itself for mere coin of the realm--for
ease and luxury and pleasure. She only asked to be allowed to spend it
in service. As his wife, she could use it to fine ends. By herself she
was helpless. One must take the world as one finds it. It gives the
unmated woman no opportunity to employ the special gifts with which God
has endowed her--except for evil. As the wife of a rising statesman, she
could be a force for progress. She could become another Madame Roland;
gather round her all that was best of English social life; give back to
it its lost position in the vanguard of thought.
She could strengthen him, give him courage. Without her, he would always
remain the mere fighter, doubtful of himself. The confidence, the
inspiration, necessary for leadership, she alone could bring to him. Each
by themselves was incomplete. Together, they would be the whole. They
would build the city of their dreams.
She seemed to have become a wandering spirit rather than a living being.
She had no sense of time or place.
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