AE in the Irish TheosophistRussell, George William
Religion
AE in the Irish Theosophist
Russell, George William
Theosophy
As the days passed over he grew eager not to lose any chance of
speech with her, and but two days before his departure he walked
to the village hoping to see her. Down the quiet English lane in
the evening he passed with the rapid feet that bear onward unquiet
or feverish thought. The clear fresh air communicated delight to him;
the fields grown dim, the voice of the cuckoo, the moon like a yellow
globe cut in the blue, the cattle like great red shadows driven
homeward with much unnecessary clamour by the children; all these
flashed in upon him and became part of him: ready made accessories
and backgrounds to his dreams, their quietness stilled and soothed
the troubled beauty of passion. His pace lessened as he came near
the village, half wondering what would serve as excuse for visits
following one so soon upon the other. Chance served as excuse.
He saw her grey dress, her firm upright figure coming out from among
the lilac brushes at the gate of her father's house. She saw Harvey
coming towards her and waited for him with a pleasant smile. Harvey,
accustomed to introspect and ideal imaginings, here encountered no
shock gazing upon the external. Some last light of day reflected
upward from the white gate-post, irradiated her face, and touched
with gold the delicate brown hair, the nosrtils, lips, chin, and
the lilac of her throat. Her features were clear-cut, flawless;
the expression exquisitely grave and pure; the large grey eyes
had that steady glow which shows a firm and undisturbed will. In
some undefinable way he found himself thinking of the vague objects
of his dreams, delicate and subtle things, dew, starlight, and
transparencies rose up by some affinity. He rejected them--not
those--then a strong warrior with a look of pity on his face appeared
and disappeared: all this quick as a flash before she spoke.
"I am going doctoring," she said. "Old nurse Winder is ill, and my
father will not be back until late." Mr. Rayne was the country doctor.
"May I go with you?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, why not? But I have first to call at two or three places
on the way."
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