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PART II - CHAPTER VII
THE FASCINATIONS OF THE FORBIDDEN APPLE

She laughed a peculiar little laugh, catching her breath.
`Look!' she said, `it's a palace, with the ash-trunks smooth like a girl's arm, and the elm-columns, ribbed and bossed and fretted, with the great steel shafts of beech, all rising up to hold an embroidered care-cloth over us; and every thread of the care-cloth vibrates with music for us, and the little broidered birds sing; and the hazel-bushes fling green spray round us, and the honeysuckle leans down to pour out scent over us. Look at the harvest of bluebells -ripened for us ! Listen to the bee, sounding among all the organ-play-if he sounded exultant for us!' She looked at him, with tears coming up into her eyes, and a little, winsome, wistful smile hovering round her mouth. He was very pale, and dared not look at her. She put her hand in his, leaning softly agagainst him. Hewatched, as if fascinated, a young thrush with full pale breast who hopped near to look at them-glancing with quick, shining eyes.
`The clouds are going on again,' said Lettie.
`Look at that cloud face-see-gazing right up into the sky. The lips are opening-he is telling us somethingnow the form is slipping away-it 's gone-come, we must ,o too.'
`No,' he cried, `don't go-don't go away.'
Her tenderness made her calm. She replied in a voice perfect in restrained sadness and resignation :
'No, my dear, no. The threads of my life were untwined ; they drifted about like floating threads of gossamer; and you didn't put out your hand to take them and twist them up into the chord with yours. Now another has caught them up, and the chord of my life is being twisted, and I cannot wrench it free and untwine it again-I can't. I am not strong enough. Besides, you have twisted another thread far and tight into your chord ; could you get free?'
'Tell me what to do-yes, if you tell me.'
' I can't tell you-so let me go.'
`No, Lettie,' he pleaded, with terror and humility. `No, Lettie; don't go. What should I do with my life? Nobody would love you like I do-and what should I do with my love for you)-hate it and fear it, because it 's too much for me?'

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