Part 11

They sat for a time without speaking a word, in an enormous shining

globe of mutual satisfaction.

“Well,” said Capes, at length, “we’ve to go down, Ann Veronica. Life

waits for us.”

He stood up and waited for her to move.

“Gods!” cried Ann Veronica, and kept him standing. “And to think that

it’s not a full year ago since I was a black-hearted rebel school-girl,

distressed, puzzled, perplexed, not understanding that this great

force of love was bursting its way through me! All those nameless

discontents--they were no more than love’s birth-pangs. I felt--I

felt living in a masked world. I felt as though I had bandaged eyes. I

felt--wrapped in thick cobwebs. They blinded me. They got in my mouth.

And now--Dear! Dear! The dayspring from on high hath visited me. I love.

I am loved. I want to shout! I want to sing! I am glad! I am glad to be

alive because you are alive! I am glad to be a woman because you are a

man! I am glad! I am glad! I am glad! I thank God for life and you. I

thank God for His sunlight on your face. I thank God for the beauty

you love and the faults you love. I thank God for the very skin that is

peeling from your nose, for all things great and small that make us what

we are. This is grace I am saying! Oh! my dear! all the joy and weeping

of life are mixed in me now and all the gratitude. Never a new-born

dragon-fly that spread its wings in the morning has felt as glad as I!”

CHAPTER THE SEVENTEENTH

IN PERSPECTIVE