It is the hard-headed, deep thinker who, when
the wife who has thought and worked with him goes, can find no rest, and
lingers near her till he finds sleep beside her.
"A great soul draws and is drawn with a more fierce intensity than any
small one. By every inch we grow in intellectual height our love strikes
down its roots deeper, and spreads out its arms wider. It is for love's
sake yet more than for any other that we look for that new time."
She had leaned her head against the stones, and watched with her sad, soft
eyes the retreating bird. "Then when that time comes," she said lowly,
"when love is no more bought or sold, when it is not a means of making
bread, when each woman's life is filled with earnest, independent labour,
then love will come to her, a strange, sudden sweetness breaking in upon
her earnest work; not sought for, but found. Then, but not now--"
Waldo waited for her to finish the sentence, but she seemed to have
forgotten him.
"Lyndall," he said, putting his hand upon her--she started--"if you think
that that new time will be so great, so good, you who speak so easily--"
She interrupted him.
"Speak! speak!" she said, "the difficulty is not to speak; the difficulty
is to keep silence."
"But why do you not try to bring that time?" he said with pitiful
simplicity.
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