Trimblerigg : $b A book of revelationHousman, Laurence
Religion
Trimblerigg : $b A book of revelation
Housman, Laurence
Clergy -- Fiction; Romans à clef; Satire
But seeing him there, with head clothed in light, her feelings toward
him changed. She was seized with an instant conviction that she had
misread his character, or that she had not made allowances for the
difficulties of one destined to fulfil a high mission in the spiritual
crisis which the world was now approaching. The sight of him thus
augustly changed, speeding furtively along, avoiding human recognition,
filled her with awe and humility; she could not go and return money to
a head in a halo; she could not, with the emotion of that discovery
fresh upon her, follow him, ring the bell and ask for him--perhaps
only to be denied. But twenty-four hours later, after much spiritual
wrestling with herself and him (for her thoughts thereafter were never
quit of him) she did find courage to go and knock at the door of the
Mollusc wherein he had secreted himself from the world--the knock which
he had heard and thought might be Davidina; and when the dull Caroline,
without recognition or inquiry, had told her, in the double sense, that
he was not at home, she let herself be turned away without protest; and
standing forlorn, contemplative of that quiet scene of shore, river
and star-brimmed sky, saw away in the mid-distance a globed cluster of
moving light crossing the small foot-bridge, and making for the fields
beyond. Then to her also came the sense of a mission, and prevailing in
weakness she stole after him.
Following at a devout, that is to say at more than a respectful
distance, she saw him dimly by his light rather than by his form, cross
the field and halt at the stile to pray.
Drawing nearer, she durst not then intrude on him; and when he had
got upon his feet and passed on, she, following close after, found an
impediment of an insuperable kind awaiting her.
Isabel Sparling was mortally afraid of cows; and there one stood in her
way; and after standing for awhile and gazing at her with a munching
movement of the mouth which she felt sure meant mischief, it lay down
upon the footpath to wait for its prey to come over.
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