"But why, Selwyn? Why did you sell your house?"
"You would not be happy in it. You do not care for it. I am ready
now to live--wherever you wish."
"But I am ready, too, to live--where you wish. Don't you see it does
not matter where one lives? What matters is one must be very
sure--one cannot live apart, and that one's spirit must have chance.
Why did you not tell me, Selwyn? Why did you do this without letting
me know?"
"You would have told me not to do it; would not have consented.
There was no other way to be sure that I was willing--to do my part.
I know now there is something to be done, know I must no longer live
behind high walls."
"But the house will be needed when the walls come down! It is not
where one lives, but how, that counts. You must not sell your house."
"But I have sold it--" Something of the old impatience was in his
voice, then the frown faded. "There was no other way--to be sure.
Were the walls down-- I did not think, perhaps, that walls could be
anywhere. It is too late now. The house was sold while I was away.
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