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ET DEAM VIDIMUS

man was born. When he was with her they seemed almost possible to him. But when he thought on these things in the times they were apart, he felt afraid. What if she should discover that he was only a common man, not "different", as she had told him under the cedars? Were they to have disagreements over the things in the world which for eight days they had forgotten, cast out, and scorned? A strange girl—so his thought ran; notions a man had never heard of in other women. Never could tell in what direction he might hurt her next, or delight her. She was unexpected, certainly, having none of the exactions common to woman, making no bargains with him, ready to run to meet him from any distance; yet, suddenly, with nothing to warn him, he would find himself floundering in her inexhaustible reserves. He had supposed the distance between them was but a hand's breadth, and behold, a dark continent.

Still, through barrens of egoism, around pitfalls of their natures, of whose dangers they were unaware, they drifted nearer together. To become as one person, to be done for ever with the possibility of differing! Thus love was leading them on, with her mirage of the perfect solvent.

Restless, wanting more than he had in the present, not wanting to look into the future, Carron lived in

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