And suddenly, as he stooped, there must have come a great light into his
eyes.
Man had heard God's voice across the deep, and had made answer.
CHAPTER XV
The years that followed--till, like some shipwrecked swimmer to whom
returning light reveals the land, she felt new life and hopes come back
to her--always remained in her memory vague, confused; a jumble of
events, thoughts, feelings, without sequence or connection.
She had gone down to Liverpool, intending to persuade her father to leave
the control of the works to Arthur, and to come and live with her in
London; but had left without broaching the subject. There were nights
when she would trapse the streets till she would almost fall exhausted,
rather than face the solitude awaiting her in her own rooms. But so also
there were moods when, like some stricken animal, her instinct was to
shun all living things. At such times his presence, for all his loving
patience, would have been as a knife in her wound. Besides, he would
always be there, when escape from herself for a while became an absolute
necessity.
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