Aaron's Rod eBook

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His soul went black as he looked at her.  He broke her hand away from his shirt collar, bursting the stud-holes.  She recoiled in silence.  And in one black, unconscious movement he was gone, down the garden and over the fence and across the country, swallowed in a black unconsciousness.

She, realising, sank upon the hearth-rug and lay there curled upon herself.  She was defeated.  But she, too, would never yield.  She lay quite motionless for some time.  Then she got up, feeling the draught on the floor.  She closed the door, and drew down the blind.  Then she looked at her wrist, which he had gripped, and which pained her.  Then she went to the mirror and looked for a long time at her white, strained, determined face.  Come life, come death, she, too would never yield.  And she realised now that he would never yield.

She was faint with weariness, and would be glad to get to bed and sleep.

Aaron meanwhile had walked across the country and was looking for a place to rest.  He found a cornfield with a half-built stack, and sheaves in stook.  Ten to one some tramp would have found the stack.  He threw a dozen sheaves together and lay down, looking at the stars in the September sky.  He, too, would never yield.  The illusion of love was gone for ever.  Love was a battle in which each party strove for the mastery of the other’s soul.  So far, man had yielded the mastery to woman.  Now he was fighting for it back again.  And too late, for the woman would never yield.

But whether woman yielded or not, he would keep the mastery of his own soul and conscience and actions.  He would never yield himself up to her judgment again.  He would hold himself forever beyond her jurisdiction.

Henceforth, life single, not life double.

He looked at the sky, and thanked the universe for the blessedness of being alone in the universe.  To be alone, to be oneself, not to be driven or violated into something which is not oneself, surely it is better than anything.  He thought of Lottie, and knew how much more truly herself she was when she was alone, with no man to distort her.  And he was thankful for the division between them.  Such scenes as the last were too horrible and unreal.

As for future unions, too soon to think about it.  Let there be clean and pure division first, perfected singleness.  That is the only way to final, living unison:  through sheer, finished singleness.



Having no job for the autumn, Aaron fidgetted in London.  He played at some concerts and some private shows.  He was one of an odd quartette, for example, which went to play to Lady Artemis Hooper, when she lay in bed after her famous escapade of falling through the window of her taxi-cab.  Aaron had that curious knack, which belongs to some people, of getting into the swim without knowing he was doing it.  Lady

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