human
Tom, I wonder--oh, so much and so often--about the soul of us and the body of us--about the justice of things. She was speaking out of the heart that Grant had touched to the quick with his outburst about the poor. But Tom Van Dorn could not know what was moving within her and if he had known, perhaps he would have had small sympathy with her feeling. Then she said:
gpt
Oh, Tom, Tom, tell me--don't you suppose that our souls pay for the bodies that we crush--I mean all of us--all of us--every one in the world?
human
I don't know about our souls--much-- He kissed her.
gpt
But I do know about you--your wonderful eyes--and your magic hair, and your soft cheek!
human
But if I were not beautiful, what then?
gpt
Ah, but you are--you are; in all the world there is not another like you for me.
human
Tom, she said wistfully,
gpt
Call it what you will, little girl: God if it pleases you, I call it nature.
human
Oh, it's bigger than that, Tom, and she shook a stubborn Satterthwaite head,
gpt
Well, don't you try sharing it. I want all of it, every bit of it.
human
Doesn't love, she questioned,
gpt
I love only you--only you in all the world--your eyes thrill me; when your body is near I am mad with delight; when I touch you I am in heaven. When I close my eyes before the jury I see you and I put the bliss of my vision into my voice, and, he clinched his hands,
human
But, Tom, tell me this? Still wistfully, she came close to him, and put her chin on her clasped hands that rested on his shoulder.
gpt
Love makes me want to be so good, so loyal, so brave, so kind--isn't it that way with you? Isn't love the miracle that brings the soul out into the world through the senses. She did not wait for his answer. She clasped her hands tighter on his shoulder.
human
I feel that I'm literally stealing when I have a single thought that I do not bring to you. In every thrill of my heart about the humblest thing, I find joy in knowing that we shall enjoy it together. Let me tell you something. Grant Adams and his father were here to-day for dinner. Well, you know Grant is in a kind of obsession of love for that little motherless child Mrs. Adams left; Grant mothers him and fathers him and literally loves him to distraction. And Grant's growing so manly, and so loyal and so strong in the love of that little boy--he doesn't realize it; but I can see it in him. Oh, Tom, can you see it in me?