"Very，"saidtheyoungman；"butit’stheLord’swill。"
　　"Yes，"saidTantSannie，andsighed。
　　"Shewassuchagoodwife，aunt：I’veknownherbreakachurn—stickoveramaid’sheadforonlylettingdustcomeonamilkcloth。"
　　TantSanniefeltatwingeofjealousy。Shehadneverbrokenachurn—stickonamaid’shead。
　　"Ihopeyourwifemadeagoodend，"shesaid。
　　"Oh，beautiful，aunt：shesaidupapsalmandtwohymnsandahalfbeforeshedied。"
　　"Didsheleaveanymessages？"askedTantSannie。
　　"No，"saidtheyoungman；"butthenightbeforeshediedIwaslyingatthefootofherbed；Ifeltherfootkickme。
　　"’Piet，’shesaid。
　　"’Annie，myheart，’saidI。
　　"’Mylittlebabythatdiedyesterdayhasbeenhere，anditstoodoverthewagon—box，’shesaid。
　　"’Whatdiditsay？’Iasked。
　　"’ItsaidthatifIdiedyoumustmarryafatwoman。’
　　"’Iwill，’Isaid，andIwenttosleepagain。Presentlyshewokeme。
　　"’Thelittlebabyhasbeenhereagain，anditsaysyoumustmarryawomanoverthirty，andwho’shadtwohusbands。’
　　"Ididn’tgotosleepafterthatforalongtime，aunt；butwhenIdidshewokeme。
　　"’Thebabyhasbeenhereagain，’shesaid，’anditsaysyoumustn’tmarryawomanwithamole。’ItoldherIwouldn’t；andthenextdayshedied。"
　　"ThatwasavisionfromtheRedeemer，"saidTantSannie。
　　Theyoungmannoddedhisheadmournfully。Hethoughtofayoungersisterofhiswife’swhowasnotfat，andwhohadamole，andofwhomhiswifehadalwaysbeenjealous，andhewishedthelittlebabyhadlikedbetterstayinginheaventhancomingandstandingoverthewagon—chest。
　　"Isupposethat’swhyyoucametome，"saidTantSannie。
　　"Yes，aunt。AndpasaidIoughttogetmarriedbeforeshearing—time。Itisbadifthere’snoonetoseeafterthingsthen；andthemaidswastesuchalotoffat。"
　　"Whendoyouwanttogetmarried？"
　　"Nextmonth，aunt，"saidtheyoungmaninatoneofhopelessresignation。
　　"MayIkissyou，aunt？"
　　"Fie！fie！"saidTantSannie，andthengavehimaresoundingkiss。Come，drawyourchairalittlecloser，"shesaid，andtheirelbowsnowtouching，theysatonthroughthenight。
　　Thenextmorningatdawn，asEmpassedthroughTantSannie’sbedroom，shefoundtheBoer—womanpullingoffherbootspreparatorytoclimbingintobed。
　　"WhereisPietVanderWalt？"
　　"Justgone，"saidTantSannie；"andIamgoingtomarryhimthisdayfourweeks。Iamdeadsleepy，"sheadded；"thestupidthingdoesn’tknowhowtotalklove—talkatall，"andsheclimbedintothefour—poster，clothesandall，anddrewthequiltuptoherchin……
　　OnthedayprecedingTantSannie’swedding，GregoryRosesatintheblazingsunonthestonewallbehindhisdaub—and—wattlehouse。Itwaswarm，buthewasintentlywatchingasmallbuggythatwasbeingrecklesslydrivenoverthebushesinthedirectionofthefarmhouse。Gregoryneverstirredtillithadvanished；then，findingthestoneshot，heslippeddownandwalkedintothehouse。Hekickedthelittlepailthatlayinthedoorway，andsentitintoonecorner；thatdidhimgood。Thenhesatdownonthebox，andbegancuttinglettersoutofapieceofnewspaper。Findingthatthesnippingslitteredthefloor，hepickedthemupandbeganscribblingonhisblotting—paper。HetriedtheeffectofdifferentinitialsbeforethenameRose：G。Rose，E。Rose，L。Rose，Rose，L。L。，L。L。Rose。Whenhehadcoveredthesheet，helookedatitdiscontentedlyalittlewhile，thensuddenlybegantowritealetter：
　　"BelovedSister，"ItisalongwhilesinceIlastwrotetoyou，butIhavehadnotime。
　　ThisisthefirstmorningIhavebeenathomesinceIdon’tknowwhen。Emalwaysexpectsmetogodowntothefarmhouseinthemorning；butIdidn’tfeelasthoughIcouldstandtheridetoday。
　　"Ihavemuchnewsforyou。
　　"TantSannie，Em’sBoerstepmother，istobemarriedtomorrow。Sheisgonetotowntoday，andtheweddingfeastistobeatherbrother’sfarm。EmandIaregoingtorideoveronhorseback，buthercousinisgoingtorideinthebuggywiththatGerman。Idon’tthinkI’vewrittentoyousinceshecamebackfromschool。Idon’tthinkyouwouldlikeheratall，Jemima；
　　there’ssomethingsoproudabouther。Shethinksjustbecauseshe’shandsomethere’snobodygoodenoughtotalktoher，andjustasiftherehadnobodyelsebutherbeentoboarding—schoolbefore。
　　"Theyaregoingtohaveagrandaffairtomorrow；alltheBoersaboutarecoming，andtheyaregoingtodanceallnight；butIdon’tthinkIshalldanceatall；for，asEm’scousinsays，theseBoerdancesarelowthings。
　　IamsureIonlydancedatthelasttopleaseEm。Idon’tknowwhysheisfondofdancing。EmtalkedofourbeingmarriedonthesamedayasTantSannie；butIsaiditwouldbenicerforherifshewaitedtilltheshearingwasover，andItookherdowntoseeyou。Isupposeshewillhavetolivewithus（Em’scousin，Imean），asshehasnotanythingintheworldbutapoorfiftypounds。Idon’tlikeheratall，Jemima，andIdon’tthinkyouwould。She’sgotsuchqueerways；she’salwaysdrivingaboutinagigwiththatlowGerman；andIdon’tthinkit’satallthethingforawomantobegoingaboutwithamanshe’snotengagedto。Doyou？Ifitwasmenow，ofcourse，whoamakindofconnection，itwouldbedifferent。
　　Thewayshetreatsme，consideringthatIamsosoontobehercousin，isnotatallnice。Itookdownmyalbumtheotherdaywithyourlikenessesinit，andItoldhershecouldlookatit，andputitdownclosetoher；
　　butshejustsaid，Thankyou，andnevereventouchedit，asmuchastosay—
　　—Whatareyourrelationstome？
　　"Shegetsthewildesthorsesinthatbuggy，andahorridsnappishlittlecurbelongingtotheGermansittinginfront，andthenshedrivesoutalone。Idon’tthinkit’satallproperforawomantodriveoutalone；I
　　wouldn’tallowitifshewasmysister。Theothermorning，Idon’tknowhowithappened，Iwasgoinginthewayfromwhichshewascoming，andthatlittlebeast——theycallhimDoss——begantobarkwhenhesawme——healwaysdoes，thelittlewretch——andthehorsesbegantospring，andkickedthesplashboardalltopieces。ItwasasighttoseeJemima！ShehasgotthelittlesthandsIeversaw——Icouldholdthembothinoneofmine，andnotknowthatI’dgotanythingexceptthattheyweresosoft；butsheheldthosehorsesinasthoughtheyweremadeofiron。WhenIwantedtohelphershesaid，’Nothankyou：Icanmanagethemmyself。I’vegotapairofbitsthatwouldbreaktheirjawsifIusedthemwell，’andshelaughedanddroveaway。It’ssounwomanly。
　　"Tellfathermyhireofthegroundwillnotbeoutforsixmonths，andbeforethatEmandIwillbemarried。Mypairofbirdsisbreedingnow，butIhaven’tbeendowntoseethemforthreedays。Idon’tseemtocareaboutanythinganymore。Idon’tknowwhatitis；I’mnotwell。IfIgointotownonSaturdayIwillletthedoctorexamineme；butperhapsshe’llgoinherself。It’saverystrangething，Jemima，butsheneverwillsendherletterstopostbyme。IfIaskhershehasnone，andtheverynextdayshegoesinandpoststhemherself。Youmustn’tsayanythingaboutit，Jemima，buttwiceI’vebroughtherlettersfromthepostinagentleman’shand，andI’msuretheywerebothfromthesameperson，becauseInoticedeverylittlemark，eventhedottingofthei’s。
　　"Ofcourseit’snothingtome；butforEm’ssakeIcan’thelpfeelinganinterestinher，howevermuchImaydislikehermyself；andIhopeshe’suptonothing。Ipitythemanwhomarriesher；Iwouldn’tbehimforanything。IfIhadawifewithprideI’dmakehergiveitup，sharp。I
　　don’tbelieveinamanwhocan’tmakeawomanobeyhim。NowEm——I’mveryfondofher，asyouknow——butifItellhertoputonacertaindress，thatdresssheputson；andifItellhertositonacertainseat，onthatseatshesits；andifItellhernottospeaktoacertainindividual，shedoesnotspeaktothem。Ifamanletsawomandowhathedoesn’tlikehe’samuff。
　　"Givemylovetomotherandthechildren。Theveldhereislookingprettygood，andthesheeparebettersincewewashedthem。Tellfatherthedipherecommendedisverygood。
　　"Emsendsherlovetoyou。Sheismakingmesomewoollenshirts；buttheydon’tfitmesonicelyasthosemothermademe。
　　"Writesoonto"Yourlovingbrother，Gregory。
　　"P。S。——Shedrovepastjustnow；Iwassittingonthekraalwallrightbeforehereyes，andsheneverevenbowed。G。N。R。"
　　Chapter2。VI。ABoer—wedding。
　　"Ididn’tknowbeforeyouweresofondofridinghard，"saidGregorytohislittlebetrothed。
　　TheywerecanteringslowlyontheroadtoOomMuller’sonthemorningofthewedding。
　　"Doyoucallthisridinghard？"askedEminsomeastonishment。
　　"OfcourseIdo！It’senoughtobreakthehorses’necks，andknockoneupforthewholedaybesides，"headdedtestily；thentwistedhisheadtolookatthebuggythatcameonbehind。"IthoughtWaldowassuchamaddriver；
　　theyaretakingiteasilyenoughtoday，"saidGregory。"Onewouldthinktheblackstallionswerelame。"
　　"Isupposetheywanttokeepoutofourdust，"saidEm。"See，theystandstillassoonaswedo。"
　　Perceivingthistobethecase，Gregoryrodeon。
　　"It’sallthathorseofyours：shekicksupsuchaconfoundeddust，I
　　can’tstanditmyself，"hesaid。
　　Meanwhilethecartcameonslowlyenough。
　　"Takethereins，"saidLyndall，and"andmakethemwalk。Iwanttorestandwatchtheirhoofstoday——nottobeexhilarated；Iamsotired。"
　　Sheleanedbackinhercorner，andWaldodroveonslowlyinthegreydawnlightalongthelevelroad。Theypassedtheverymilk—bushbehindwhichsomanyyearsbeforetheoldGermanhadfoundtheKafferwoman。Buttheirthoughtswerenotwithhimthatmorning：theywerethethoughtsoftheyoung，thatrunouttomeetthefuture，andlabourinthepresent。Atlasthetouchedherarm。
　　"Whatisit？"
　　"Ifearedyouhadgonetosleepandmightbejoltedout，"hesaid；"yousatsoquietly。"
　　"No；donottalktome；Iamnotasleep；"butafteratimeshesaidsuddenly："Itmustbeaterriblethingtobringahumanbeingintotheworld。"
　　Waldolookedround；shesatdrawnintothecorner，herbluecloudwoundtightlyabouther，andshestillwatchedthehorses’feet。Havingnocommenttoofferonhersomewhatunexpectedremark，hemerelytoucheduphishorses。
　　"Ihavenoconscience，none，"sheadded；"butIwouldnotliketobringasoulintothisworld。Whenitsinnedandwhenitsufferedsomethinglikeadeadhandwouldfallonme——’Youdidit，you，foryourownpleasureyoucreatedthisthing！Seeyourwork！’Ifitlivedtobeeightyitwouldalwayshanglikeamillstoneroundmyneck，havetherighttodemandgoodfromme，andcursemeforitssorrow。AparentisonlyliketoGod——ifhisworkturnsoutbad，somuchtheworseforhim；hedarenotwashhishandsofit。Timeandyearscanneverbringthedaywhenyoucansaytoyourchild：’Soul，whathaveItodowithyou？’"
　　Waldosaiddreamingly：
　　"Itisamarvellousthingthatonesoulshouldhavepowertocauseanother。"
　　Sheheardthewordsassheheardthebeatingofthehorses’hoofs；herthoughtsranonintheirownline。
　　"Theysay，’Godsendsthelittlebabies。’Ofallthedastardlyrevoltingliesmentelltosuitthemselves，Ihatethatmost。Isupposemyfathersaidsowhenheknewhewasdyingofconsumption，andmymotherwhensheknewshehadnothingtosupportmeon，andtheycreatedmetofeedlikeadogfromstrangerhands。MendonotsayGodsendsthebooks，orthenewspaperarticles，orthemachinestheymake；andthensigh，andshrugtheirshouldersandsaytheycan’thelpit。Whydotheysaysoaboutotherthings？Liars！’Godsendsthelittlebabies！’"Shestruckherfootfretfullyagainstthesplashboard。"Thesmallchildrensaysoearnestly。
　　TheytouchthelittlestrangerreverentlywhohasjustcomefromGod’sfarcountry，andtheypeepabouttheroomtoseeifnotonewhitefeatherhasdroppedfromthewingoftheangelthatbroughthim。Ontheirlipsthephrasemeansmuch；onallothersitisadeliberatelie。Noticeable，too，"
　　shesaid，droppinginaninstantfromthepassionateintoalow，mockingtone，"whenpeoplearemarried，thoughtheyshouldhavesixtychildren，theythrowthewholeonusonGod。Whentheyarenot，wehearnothingaboutGod’shavingsentthem。Whentherehasbeennolegalcontractbetweentheparents，whosendsthelittlechildrenthen？Thedevilperhaps！"Shelaughedherlittlesilvery，mockinglaugh。"Oddthatsomemenshouldcomefromhellandsomefromheaven，andyetalllooksomuchalikewhentheygethere。"
　　Waldowonderedather。Hehadnotthekeytoherthoughts，anddidnotseethestringonwhichtheywerestrung。Shedrewhercloudtighterabouther。
　　"Itmustbeverynicetobelieveinthedevil，"shesaid；"IwishIdid。
　　IfitwouldbeofanyuseIwouldpraythreehoursnightandmorningonmybareknees，’God，letmebelieveinSatan。’Heissousefultothosepeoplewhodo。Theymaybeasselfishandassensualastheyplease，and，betweenGod’swillandthedevil’saction，alwayshavesomeonetothrowtheirsinon。Butwe，wretchedunbelievers，webearourownburdens：wemustsay，’Imyselfdidit，I。NotGod，notSatan；Imyself！’Thatisthestingthatstrikesdeep。Waldo，"shesaidgently，withasuddenandcompletechangeofmanner，"Ilikeyousomuch，Iloveyou。"Sherestedhercheeksoftlyagainsthisshoulder。"WhenIamwithyouIneverknowthatIamawomanandyouareaman；Ionlyknowthatweareboththingsthatthink。OthermenwhenIamwiththem，whetherIlovethemornot，theyaremerebodiestome；butyouareaspirit；Ilikeyou。Look，"shesaidquickly，sinkingbackintohercorner，"whataprettypinknessthereisonallthehilltops！Thesunwillriseinamoment。"
　　Waldoliftedhiseyestolookroundoverthecircleofgoldenhills；andthehorses，asthefirstsunbeamstouchedthem，shooktheirheadsandchampedtheirbrightbits，tillthebrasssettingsintheirharnessglitteredagain。
　　Itwaseighto’clockwhentheynearedthefarmhouse：ared—brickbuilding，withkraalstotherightandasmallorchardtotheleft。Alreadythereweresignsofunusuallifeandbustle：onecart，awagon，andacoupleofsaddlesagainstthewallbetokenedthearrivalofafewearlyguests，whosenumberswouldsoonbelargelyincreased。ToaDutchcountryweddingguestsstartupinnumbersastonishingtoonewhohasmerelyriddenthroughtheplainsofsparsely—inhabitedkaroo。
　　Asthemorningadvances，ridersonmanyshadesofsteedsappearfromalldirections，andaddtheirsaddlestothelongrowsagainstthewalls，shakehands，drinkcoffee，andstandaboutoutsideingroupstowatchthearrivingcartsandox—wagons，astheyareunburdenedoftheirheavyfreightofmassiveTantesandcomelydaughters，followedbyswarmsofchildrenofallsizes，dressedinallmannerofprintandmoleskin，whoaretakencareofbyHottentot，Kaffer，andhalf—castenurses，whosemany—shadedcomplexions，rangingfromlightyellowuptoebonyblack，addvarietytotheanimatedscene。
　　Everywhereisexcitementandbustle，whichgraduallyincreasesasthetimeforthereturnofthewedding—partyapproaches。Preparationsforthefeastareactivelyadvancinginthekitchen；coffeeisliberallyhandedround，andamidaprofoundsensation，andthefiringofguns，thehorse—wagondrawsup，andthewedding—partyalight。Brideandbridegroom，withtheirattendants，marchsolemnlytothemarriage—chamber，wherebedandboxaredeckedoutinwhite，withendsofribbonandartificialflowers，andwhereonarowofchairsthepartysolemnlyseatthemselves。Afteratimebridesmaidandbestmanrise，andconductinwithceremonyeachindividualguest，towishsuccessandtokissbrideandbridegroom。
　　Thenthefeastissetonthetable，anditisalmostsunsetbeforethedishesareclearedaway，andthepleasureofthedaybegins。Everythingisremovedfromthegreatfrontroom，andthemudfloor，wellrubbedwithbullock’sblood，glistenslikepolishedmahogany。Thefemaleportionoftheassemblyflockintotheside—roomstoattirethemselvesfortheevening；andre—issuecladinwhitemuslin，andgaywithbrightribbonsandbrassjewelry。Thedancingbeginsasthefirsttallowcandlesarestuckupaboutthewalls，themusiccomingfromacoupleoffiddlersinacorneroftheroom。Brideandbridegroomopentheball，andthefloorissooncoveredwithwhirlingcouples，andeveryone’sspiritsrise。Thebridalpairminglefreelyinthethrong，andhereandthereamusicalmansingsvigorouslyashedragshispartnerthroughtheBlueWaterorJohnSperiwig；
　　boysshoutandapplaud，andtheenjoymentandconfusionareintense，tilleleveno’clockcomes。Bythistimethechildrenwhoswarmintheside—
　　roomsarenottobekeptquietlonger，evenbyhunchesofbreadandcake；
　　thereisageneralhowlandwail，thatrisesyethigherthanthescrapingoffiddles，andmothersrushfromtheirpartnerstoknocksmallheadstogether，andcufflittlenursemaids，andforcethewailersdownintounoccupiedcornersofbeds，undertablesandbehindboxes。Inhalfanhoureveryvarietyofchildishsnoreisheardonallsides，andithasbecomeperiloustoraiseorsetdownafootinanyoftheside—roomslestasmallheadorhandshouldbecrushed。
　　Nowtoothebusyfeethavebrokenthesolidcoatingofthefloor，andacloudoffinedustarises，thatmakesayellowhaloroundthecandles，andsetsasthmaticpeoplecoughing，andgrowsdenser，tilltorecogniseanyoneontheoppositesideoftheroombecomesimpossible，andapartner’sfaceisseenthroughayellowmist。
　　Attwelveo’clockthebrideisledtothemarriage—chamberandundressed；
　　thelightsareblownout，andthebridegroomisbroughttothedoorbythebestman，whogiveshimthekey；thenthedoorisshutandlocked，andtherevelsrisehigherthanever。Thereisnothoughtofsleeptillmorning，andnounoccupiedspotwheresleepmaybefound。
　　ItwasatthisstageoftheproceedingsonthenightofTantSannie’sweddingthatLyndallsatnearthedoorwayinoneoftheside—rooms，towatchthedancersastheyappearedanddisappearedintheyellowcloudofdust。Gregorysatmoodilyinacornerofthelargedancing—room。Hislittlebetrothedtouchedhisarm。
　　"IwishyouwouldgoandaskLyndalltodancewithyou，"shesaid；"shemustbesotired；shehassatstillthewholeevening。"
　　"Ihaveaskedherthreetimes，"repliedherlovershortly。"I’mnotgoingtobeherdog，andcreeptoherfeet，justtogiveherthepleasureofkickingme——notforyou，Em，norforanybodyelse。"
　　"Oh，Ididn’tknowyouhadaskedher，Greg，"saidhislittlebetrothed，humbly；andshewentawaytopouroutcoffee。
　　Nevertheless，sometimeafterGregoryfoundhehadshiftedsofarroundtheroomastobeclosetothedoorwhereLyndallsat。Afterstandingforsometimeheinquiredwhetherhemightnotbringheracupofcoffee。
　　Shedeclined；butstillhestoodon（whyshouldhenotstandthereaswellasanywhereelse？），andthenhesteppedintothebedroom。
　　"MayInotbringyouastove，MissLyndall，toputyourfeeton？"
　　"Thankyou。"
　　Hesoughtforone，andputitunderherfeet。
　　"Thereisadraughtfromthatbrokenwindow：shallIstuffsomethinginthepane？"
　　"No，wewantair。"
　　Gregorylookedround，butnothingelsesuggestingitself，hesatdownonaboxontheoppositesideofthedoor。Lyndallsatbeforehim，herchinrestinginherhand；hereyes，steel—greybyday，butblackbynight，lookedthroughthedoorwayintothenextroom。Afteratimehethoughtshehadentirelyforgottenhisproximity，andhedaredtoinspectthelittlehandsandneckasheneverdaredwhenhewasinmomentarydreadoftheeyesbeingturneduponhim。
　　Shewasdressedinblack，whichseemedtotakeheryetfurtherfromthewhite—clad，gewgawedwomenabouther；andthelittlehandswerewhite，andthediamondringglittered。Wherehadshegotthatring？Hebentforwardalittleandtriedtodeciphertheletters，butthecandle—lightwastoofaint。Whenhelookeduphereyeswerefixedonhim。Shewaslookingathim——not，Gregoryfelt，asshehadeverlookedathimbefore；notasthoughhewereastumporastonethatchancehadthrowninherway。Tonight，whetheritwerecritically，orkindly，orunkindly，hecouldnottell，butshelookedathim，attheman，GregoryRose，withattention。Avagueelationfilledhim。Heclinchedhisfisttighttothinkofsomegoodideahemightexpresstoher；butofallthoseprofoundthingshehadpicturedhimselfassayingtoher，whenhesataloneinthedaub—and—wattlehouse，notonecame。Hesaid，atlast：
　　"TheseBoerdancesareverylowthings；"andthen，assoonasithadgonefromhim，hethoughtitwasnotacleverremark，andwisheditback。
　　BeforeLyndallrepliedEmlookedinatthedoor。
　　"Oh，come，"shesaid；"theyaregoingtohavethecushion—dance。Idonotwanttokissanyofthesefellows。Takemequickly。"
　　SheslippedherhandintoGregory’sarm。
　　"Itissodusty，Em；doyoucaretodanceanymore？"heasked，withoutrising。
　　"Oh，Idonotmindthedust，andthedancingrestsme。"
　　Buthedidnotmove。
　　"Ifeeltired；IdonotthinkIshalldanceagain，"hesaid。
　　Emwithdrewherhand，andayoungfarmercametothedoorandboreheroff。
　　"Ihaveoftenimagined，"remarkedGregory——butLyndallhadrisen。
　　"Iamtired，"shesaid。"IwonderwhereWaldois；hemusttakemehome。
　　Thesepeoplewillnotleaveofftillmorning，Isuppose；itisthreealready。"
　　Shemadeherwaypastthefiddlers，andabenchfulloftireddancers，andpassedoutatthefrontdoor。Onthestoepagroupofmenandboysweresmoking，peepinginatthewindows，andcrackingcoarsejokes。Waldowascertainlynotamongthem，andshemadeherwaytothecartsandwagonsdrawnupatsomedistancefromthehomestead。
　　"Waldo，"shesaid，peeringintoalargecart，"isthatyou？Iamsodazedwiththetallowcandles，Iseenothing。"
　　Hehadmadehimselfaplacebetweenthetwoseats。Sheclimbedupandsatontheslopingfloorinfront。
　　"IthoughtIshouldfindyouhere，"shesaid，drawingherskirtupabouthershoulders。"Youmusttakemehomepresently，butnotnow。"
　　Sheleanedherheadontheseatneartohis，andtheylistenedinsilencetothefitfultwangingofthefiddlesasthenight—windboreitfromthefarmhouse，andtotheceaselessthudofthedancers，andthepealsofgrosslaughter。Shestretchedoutherlittlehandtofeelforhis。
　　"Itissonicetoliehereandhearthatnoise，"shesaid。"Iliketofeelthatstrangelifebeatingupagainstme。Iliketorealiseformsoflifeutterlyunlikemine。"Shedrewalongbreath。"Whenmyownlifefeelssmall，andIamoppressedwithit，Iliketocrushtogether，andseeitinapicture，inaninstant，amultitudeofdisconnectedunlikephasesofhumanlife——amediaevalmonkwithhisstringofbeadspacingthequietorchard，andlookingupfromthegrassathisfeettotheheavyfruit—
　　trees；littleMalayboysplayingnakedonashiningsea—beach；aHindoophilosopheraloneunderhisbanyantree，thinking，thinking，thinking，sothatinthethoughtofGodhemaylosehimself；atroopofBacchanaliansdressedinwhite，withcrownsofvine—leaves，dancingalongtheRomanstreets；amartyronthenightofhisdeathlookingthroughthenarrowwindowtothesky，andfeelingthatalreadyhehasthewingsthatshallbearhimup"（shemovedherhanddreamilyoverherface）；"anepicureandiscoursingataRomanbathtoaknotofhisdisciplesonthenatureofhappiness；aKafferwitchdoctorseekingforherbsbymoonlight，whilefromthehutsonthehillsidecomethesoundofdogsbarking，andthevoicesofwomenandchildren；amothergivingbread—and—milktoherchildreninlittlewoodenbasinsandsingingtheeveningsong。Iliketoseeitall；I
　　feelitrunthroughme——thatlifebelongstome；itmakesmylittlelifelarger，itbreaksdownthenarrowwallsthatshutmein。"
　　Shesighed，anddrewalongbreath。
　　"Haveyoumadeanyplans？"sheaskedhimpresently。
　　"Yes，"hesaid，thewordscominginjets，withpausesbetween；"Iwilltakethegreymare——Iwilltravelfirst——Iwillseetheworld——thenIwillfindwork。"
　　"Whatwork？"
　　"Idonotknow。"
　　Shemadealittleimpatientmovement。
　　"Thatisnoplan；travel——seetheworld——findwork！Ifyougointotheworldaimless，withoutadefiniteobject，dreaming——dreaming，youwillbedefinitelydefeated，bamboozled，knockedthiswayandthat。Intheendyouwillstandwithyourbeautifullifeallspent，andnothingtoshow。Theytalkofgenius——itisnothingbutthis，thatamanknowswhathecandobest，anddoesit，andnothingelse。Waldo，"shesaid，knittingherlittlefingerscloseramonghis，"IwishIcouldhelpyou；IwishIcouldmakeyouseethatyoumustdecidewhatyouwillbeanddo。Itdoesnotmatterwhatyouchoose——beafarmer，businessman，artist，whatyouwill——butknowyouraim，andliveforthatonething。Wehaveonlyonelife。Thesecretofsuccessisconcentration；wherevertherehasbeenagreatlife，oragreatwork，thathasgonebefore。Tasteeverythingalittle，lookateverythingalittle；butliveforonething。Anythingispossibletoamanwhoknowshisendandmovesstraightforit，andforitalone。IwillshowyouwhatImean，"shesaid，concisely；"wordsaregastillyoucondensethemintopictures。"
　　"Supposeawoman，young，friendlessasIam，theweakestthingonGod’searth。Butshemustmakeherwaythroughlife。Whatshewouldbeshecannotbebecausesheisawoman；soshelookscarefullyatherselfandtheworldabouther，toseewhereherpathmustbemade。