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PART II - CHAPTER XIII

because of its delicacy, of this spell of love between the young, of that secret harmony binding one heart unexpectedly to another, she grew scornful.
" There is no such thing as this between man and woman," she said haughtily. "It is only desire. Do not use poetical expressions in regard to it. It is only desire-the man's desire for the woman, the woman's desire for a son. When that desire is satisfied, there is nothing left."
I tried afresh.
" Do you remember, my mother, when you and my father were wed, how your spirits spoke?"
But she struck her thin hot fingers against my lips.
" Do not speak of him. In his heart there have been a hundred women. To which one does his spirit speak?"
" And your heart, my mother?" I asked softly, taking her hand. It lay in my hand, quivering, and then she withdrew it.
" It is empty," she said. "It awaits my grandson, the son of my son. When he shall have been taken before the tablets of his ancestors, I may die in peace."
She turned away from me and refused to speak further.
I came away sad. What has separated me so

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