Some shadow of this truth was in, Eve's mind as she
lay back in her seat with closed eyes, and parted lips. It
seemed that life came to her now for the first time--came in
the glad, proud, satisfying tide of things accomplished. This
was her hour: and the recognition of it brought the blood to
her face in a sudden, happy rush. There had been no need to
precipitate its coming; it had been ordained from the first.
Whether she desired it or no, whether she strove to draw it
nearer or strove to ward it off, its coming had been
inevitable. She opened her eyes suddenly and looked out into
the darkness--the darkness throbbing with multitudes of lives,
all awaiting, all desiring fulfilment. She was no longer
lonely, no longer aloof; she was kin with all this pitiful,
admirable, sinning, loving humanity. Again tears of pride and
happiness filled her eyes. Then suddenly the thing she had
waited for came to pass.
Loder leaned close to her. She was conscious of his nearer
presence, of his strong, masterful personality.
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