XXXVIII
CLEANSING FIRE
This irrational proceeding served to liberate
Northcote from his thrall. Even as he felt his
mother's lips and witnessed her ridiculous flight,
he was able to divine the nature of the impulse. It
was the expression of that unconquerable instinct
by which her sex affirms itself.
He walked to the window which commanded a view of the pavements below. He watched the two figures mingle in all their rustic quaintness with the heterogeneous streams of persons and traffic which defiled before his gaze. It followed their every deviation among this ruthless swarm of Londoners until they were swallowed by the mist of the December morning. The last detail he was able to discern, which served to emphasize their slightly ridiculous character as seen from this altitude, was the large empty basket bobbing about in the hand of the girl. Their rusticity in combination with the wild hurry of their flight marked them out as almost grotesque among the spruce and purposeful crowd through which they made their way. With a pang he remembered that neither of them had ever seen the metropolis before. Whither were they flying? How would they spend their day? What would be the end of their ill-starred adventure?
He continued to strain his eyes after them until they grew dark with the effort. He then left the
