"How can any materialistic
philosophy be true when it fails us and so bitterly disappoints us
in our need?"
"I do not say it is true," he replied, earnestly. "Indeed your
words and manner prove to me, as could no labored argument, what a
poor superficial thing it is. I feel, with the force of conviction,
that it can no more meet your need than could the husks which the
swine did eat."
"Since you were sincere, I will be also," she continued in the
same low tone, looking away from him into the dark cloudy sky. "As
the hymn I sung may have suggested to you, I have not got very far
beyond mere submission and hope. Something in my own soul as well
as in revelation tells me that there is a 'happier shore,' and I
am trying to reach it; but the way, too often, is like that sky,
utterly opaque and rayless."
"I regret more deeply than you can ever know, Miss Burton, that I
find nothing in my own knowledge or experience to help you. All
I can offer is my honest sympathy, and that you have had from the
first; for from the time of our first meeting the impression has
been growing upon me that your character had obtained its power
and beauty through some deep and sorrowful experience.
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