She could
scarcely tell why she did, save that it opened a door better closed, as
it were; but the restraint had given way at last.
"Thee remembers what I said that night?" David repeated slowly.
"I remember--I understand. You devise your course and you never change.
It is like building on a rock. That is why nothing happens to you as bad
as might happen."
"Nothing bad ever happens to me."
"The philosophy of the desert," she commented smiling. "You are living in
the desert even when you are here. This is a dream; the desert and Egypt
only are real.
"That is true, I think. I seem sometimes like a sojourner here, like a
spirit 'revisiting the scenes of life and time.'" He laughed boyishly.
"Yet you are happy here. I understand now why and how you are what you
are. Even I that have been here so short a time feel the influence upon
me. I breathe an air that, somehow, seems a native air. The spirit of my
Quaker grandmother revives in me. Sometimes I sit hours thinking,
scarcely stirring; and I believe I know now how people might speak to
each other without words.
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