Between the Dark and the Daylight eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 192 pages of information about Between the Dark and the Daylight.

Between the Dark and the Daylight eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 192 pages of information about Between the Dark and the Daylight.

Besides, she felt, more subliminally, that he was never so near slipping through her fingers as when he took that meek way.

“You shall not say that!  Only, for once I happen to be right.”  She seized his hand in her two hands, and poured her soul from her eyes into his.  “Don’t you think so?” she entreated him.

[Illustration:  “‘YOU SHALL NOT SAY THAT!’”]

He released his hand and drank the rest of his lemonade, and she added, “Have mine, too,” but he shook his head in answering, “I’ve no business to think so, unless I act so, too.”

Her heart stopped a beat before it pulsed on with leaps that she felt in her neck.  She had noticed that strange thing in men:  they seemed to feel bound to do what they believed, and not think a thing was finished when they said it, as girls did.  She knew what was in his mind, but she pretended not, and she said, “Oh, I am not sure,” and then faltered.

He went on as if to himself, without apparently heeding her:  “There’s only one way of proving one’s faith in a thing like this.”

She could not say that she understood, but she did understand.

He went on again.  “If I believed—­if I felt as you do about this war—­Do you wish me to feel as you do?”

Now she was really not sure; so she said:  “George, I don’t know what you mean.”

He seemed to muse away from her as before.

“There is a sort of fascination in it.  I suppose that at the bottom of his heart every man would like at times to have his courage tested, to see how he would act.”

“How can you talk in that ghastly way?”

“It is rather morbid.  Still, that’s what it comes to, unless you’re swept away by ambition or driven by conviction.  I haven’t the conviction or the ambition, and the other thing is what it comes to with me.  I ought to have been a preacher, after all; then I couldn’t have asked it of myself, as I must, now I’m a lawyer.  And you believe it’s a holy war, Editha?” he suddenly addressed her.  “Oh, I know you do!  But you wish me to believe so, too?”

She hardly knew whether he was mocking or not, in the ironical way he always had with her plainer mind.  But the only thing was to be outspoken with him.

“George, I wish you to believe whatever you think is true, at any and every cost.  If I’ve tried to talk you into anything, I take it all back.”

“Oh, I know that, Editha.  I know how sincere you are, and how—­I wish I had your undoubting spirit!  I’ll think it over; I’d like to believe as you do.  But I don’t, now; I don’t, indeed.  It isn’t this war alone; though this seems peculiarly wanton and needless; but it’s every war—­so stupid; it makes me sick.  Why shouldn’t this thing have been settled reasonably?”

“Because,” she said, very throatily again, “God meant it to be war.”

“You think it was God?  Yes, I suppose that is what people will say.”

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