How impossible for her! All animal, all
woman, all emotion, how could she live on the cold, pure heights? Yet she
owed something intangible and inscrutable to herself. Was it the thing that
woman lacked physically, yet contained hidden in her soul? An element of
eternal spirit to rise! Because of heartbreak and ruin and irreparable loss
must she fall? Was loss of love and husband and children only a test? The
present hour would be swallowed in the sum of life's trials. She could not
go back. She would not go down. There was wrenched from her tried and sore
heart an unalterable and unquenchable decision--to make her own soul prove
the evolution of woman. Vessel of blood and flesh she might be, doomed by
nature to the reproduction of her kind, but she had in her the supreme
spirit and power to carry on the progress of the ages--the climb of woman
out of the darkness.
Carley went out to the workmen. The house should be completed and she would
live in it. Always there was the stretching and illimitable desert to look
at, and the grand heave upward of the mountains. Hoyle was full of zest for
the practical details of the building. He saw nothing of the havoc wrought
in her. Nor did the other workmen glance more than casually at her.
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