He stopped her. “One thing only.... This man--” His voice broke. He dropped her wrists. His face was an ashen mist. “For God’s sake, Fanny! You didn’t ... you didn’t, Fanny--“ His eyes saw her. Saw her face. Her face nodded. His hands covered his face. He flinched away. He saw her not. He went back, back ... the wall caught him. He crumpled to the floor. He lay under his white hands. Lay long.... At last: “Harry, Harry ... it was because I loved you. O the hurt! See, I have killed you too. Because I loved you.... I too needed to live, for you had killed me. Do not judge yet. Let me tell you, let me help us understand. I heard you ... your horrors, your orgies, your hells. O Harry, this was not so ... this was clean somehow ... leading to birth, to you. It was, since I am here now, loving you ... ready to give you all, all of a life I have at last won to give you. O my boy....” With each word she crept closer, sank nearer beside him. She knelt beside him. She sought his hands, his eyes ... his eyes. He saw her face hands eyes kneeling beside him who was crumpled beyond her.... He saw not her face, not her hands. He saw white thighs, white, wide, very soft, very penetrable ... hers ... darkly penetrable; they were the stuff of his flesh, they were the stuff of his brain and they were pierced by someone!... He saw rootflesh of a man ... _not he!_ piercing the stuff of his brain. He got up. Her face was still low where his face had been. Her face was near his feet. His feet touched her face. “Our Lord has spoken,” he said, “and I throw no stone.” She was very still, her face low above his feet. Listening with a firm stillness her body was hard and she held her face above his feet. “Our Lord has spoken further!--‘_But I say unto you, that whosoever shall put away his wife saving for the cause of fornication causeth her to commit adultery._’ So has said our Lord.” She was moveless. “What do you mean?” she said. “Rise up.” “Let me here, dearest, try to tell you all. Try to tell you what I know now I must: how I was helpless, how I was poisoned dead ... how I was lifted up.” “Get up.” “O Harry, Harry ... I have killed you, too.” “Get up, I say.” She lifted her face, furrowed with tears, to his. “I did not choose, Beloved, the Way I was saved....” “Do you put that on God? or on Christ who has spoken against you?” “When has He spoken against me?” Fanny Luve stood silently before him. “He has spoken against you ... even He. He has said: Cast no stone. No stone shall be cast by me. He has said: Put her away....” Her hands clenched under his mouth. “--and I put you away.” “You put me away!” “I put you away.... Not for myself. I must travel. It is my mission to travel from College to College. I must be away much from my home, bringing where I can to my brothers the Word ... the Word of our Lord who puts you away. I put you away ... for the sake of my child.” “Whom you have never seen!” “Whom you shall never see--“ _THREE_