William's
affection had been her only refuge in those weeks of moral and physical
misery she had just passed through.
"But it's only because he's so terribly sorry for me. It's all quite
different. And I can't ever make him love me again in the old way.... It
wasn't my fault. It's something born in me--that catches me by the
throat."
And she had the actual physical sense of some one strangled by a
possessing force.
"
Dolce Sacramento! Santo Sacramento!"... The music swayed and echoed
through the church. Kitty uncovered her eyes and felt a sudden
exhilaration in the blaze of light. It reminded her of the bending
Christ in the picture of San Giorgio. Awe and beauty flowed in upon her,
in spite of the poor music and the tawdry church. What if she tried
religion?--recalled what she had been taught in the convent?--gave
herself up to a director?
She shivered and recoiled. How would she ever maintain her faith against
William--William, who knew so much more than she?
Then, into the emptiness of her heart there stole the inevitable
temptations of memory. Where was Geoffrey? She knew well that he was a
violent and selfish man; but he understood much in her that William
would never understand.
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