The beautiful souls are misplaced in
ugly carcasses and the ugly souls in beautiful. Those who might be
friends and lovers too often meet only to grieve that it is too late
for their joy. In such a world, when one beholds a body that nature
has chiseled and molded and polished to loveliness like yours and
discovers that that loveliness is a true index of the intelligence and
fineness of the character dwelling in the body--well, Diana, it gives
one a new thought about God. It does, indeed!"
"Enoch, I don't deserve it! I truly don't!" looking at him with that
curious mingling of tenderness and courtesy and understanding in her
wide eyes that made Diana unique.
Enoch only smiled and again silence fell between them. Finally, Enoch
said,
"I would like to go down the river with Milton and his crowd."
Diana's voice was startled. "O no, Enoch! It's a frightfully
dangerous trip! You risk your life every moment."
"I want to risk my life," returned Enoch. "I want a real man's
adventure. I've got a battle inside of me to fight that will rend me
unless I have one of equal proportions to fight, externally."
A loud halloo sounded from above. "There's Na-che!" exclaimed Diana.
"We'll talk this over later, Enoch.
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