The Wife of Sir Isaac HarmanWells, H. G. (Herbert George)
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The Wife of Sir Isaac Harman
Wells, H. G. (Herbert George)
England -- Fiction; Upper class -- Fiction; Women's rights -- Fiction
In that suppressed and evasive life beneath the outer forms and
procedures of school and home, there came glimmerings of something that
seemed charged with the promise of holding everything together, the
key, religion. She was attracted to religion, much more attracted than
she would confess even to herself, but every circumstance in her
training dissuaded her from a free approach. Her mother treated
religion with a reverence that was almost indistinguishable from
huffiness. She never named the deity and she did not like the mention
of His name: she threw a spell of indelicacy over religious topics that
Ellen never thoroughly cast off. She put God among objectionable
topics—albeit a sublime one. Miss Beeton Clavier sustained this
remarkable suggestion. When she read prayers in school she did so with
the balanced impartiality of one who offers no comment. She seemed
pained as she read and finished with a sigh. Whatever she intended to
convey, she conveyed that even if the divinity was not all He should
be, if, indeed, He was a person almost primitive, having neither the
restraint nor the self-obliteration of a refined gentlewoman, no word
of it should ever pass her lips. And so Ellen as a girl never let her
mind go quite easily into this reconciling core of life, and talked of
it only very rarely and shyly with a few chosen coevals. It wasn’t very
profitable talk. They had a guilty feeling, they laughed a little
uneasily, they displayed a fatal proclivity to stab the swelling
gravity of their souls with some forced and silly jest and so tumble
back to ground again before they rose too high....
Yet great possibilities of faith and devotion stirred already in the
girl’s heart. She thought little of God by day, but had a strange sense
of Him in the starlight; never under the moonlight—that was in no sense
divine—but in the stirring darkness of the stars. And it is remarkable
that after a course of astronomical enlightenment by a visiting master
and descriptions of masses and distances, incredible aching distances,
then even more than ever she seemed to feel God among the stars....
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