"
"Why," I persisted, "I thought the tendency of the age was to cut
these things shorter and shorter."
"It is the tendency of the age," she answered, "to seek escape from
many things it would be wiser to face. I think myself that, for
good or evil, the sooner it is over--the sooner both the man and the
woman know--the better."
"The sooner what is over?" I asked.
If she had a fault, this woman, about which I am not sure, it was an
inclination towards enigma.
She crossed to the window and stood there, looking out.
"Was there not a custom," she said, still gazing down into the wet,
glistening street, "among one of the ancient peoples, I forget
which, ordaining that when a man and woman, loving one another, or
thinking that they loved, had been joined together, they should go
down upon their wedding night to the temple? And into the dark
recesses of the temple, through many winding passages, the priest
led them until they came to the great chamber where dwelt the voice
of their god. There the priest left them, clanging-to the massive
door behind him, and there, alone in silence, they made their
sacrifice; and in the night the Voice spoke to them, showing them
their future life--whether they had chosen well; whether their love
would live or die.
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