“It is but her jealousy that speaks,” he said, “jealousy self-kindled, foiled and fruitless; for here I am, her master now whom she, would not have for her husband! while my beautiful Eve yet lives, hoping immortally! Her hated daughter lives also, but beyond her evil ken, one day to be what she counts her destruction--for even Lilith shall be saved by her childbearing. Meanwhile she exults that my human wife plunged herself and me in despair, and has borne me a countless race of miserables; but my Eve repented, and is now beautiful as never was woman or angel, while her groaning, travailing world is the nursery of our Father’s children. I too have repented, and am blessed.--Thou, Lilith, hast not yet repented; but thou must.--Tell me, is the great Shadow beautiful? Knowest thou how long thou wilt thyself remain beautiful?--Answer me, if thou knowest.” Then at last I understood that Mr. Raven was indeed Adam, the old and the new man; and that his wife, ministering in the house of the dead, was Eve, the mother of us all, the lady of the New Jerusalem. The leopardess reared; the flickering and fleeing of her spots began; the princess at length stood radiant in her perfect shape. “I AM beautiful--and immortal!” she said--and she looked the goddess she would be. “As a bush that burns, and is consumed,” answered he who had been her husband. “--What is that under thy right hand?” For her arm lay across her bosom, and her hand was pressed to her side. A swift pang contorted her beautiful face, and passed. “It is but a leopard-spot that lingers! it will quickly follow those I have dismissed,” she answered. “Thou art beautiful because God created thee, but thou art the slave of sin: take thy hand from thy side.” Her hand sank away, and as it dropt she looked him in the eyes with a quailing fierceness that had in it no surrender. He gazed a moment at the spot. “It is not on the leopard; it is in the woman!” he said. “Nor will it leave thee until it hath eaten to thy heart, and thy beauty hath flowed from thee through the open wound!” She gave a glance downward, and shivered. “Lilith,” said Adam, and his tone had changed to a tender beseeching, “hear me, and repent, and He who made thee will cleanse thee!” Her hand returned quivering to her side. Her face grew dark. She gave the cry of one from whom hope is vanishing. The cry passed into a howl. She lay writhing on the floor, a leopardess covered with spots. “The evil thou meditatest,” Adam resumed, “thou shalt never compass, Lilith, for Good and not Evil is the Universe. The battle between them may last for countless ages, but it must end: how will it fare with thee when Time hath vanished in the dawn of the eternal morn? Repent, I beseech thee; repent, and be again an angel of God!” She rose, she stood upright, a woman once more, and said,