While wandering with me along the sands on the eve of that
dreadful day when I lost her, she had declared that even in heaven
she could not rest without me, nor did I understand how she could.
For by this time my instincts had fully taught me that there is a
kind of love so intense that no power in the universe--not death
itself--is strong enough to sever it from its object. I knew that
although true spiritual love, as thus understood, scarcely exists
among Englishmen, and even among Englishwomen is so rare that the
capacity for feeling it is a kind of genius, this genius was hers.
Sooner or later I said to myself, "She will and must manifest
herself!"'
I looked up from the book and saw both Sinfi and Pharaoh gazing at
me.
'Sinfi,' I said, 'what were Winnie's favourite places among the
hills? Where was she most in the habit of roaming when she stayed
with your people?'
'If I ain't told you that often enough it's a pity, brother,' she
said. 'What do _you_ think, Pharaoh?'
Pharaoh expressed his acquiescence in the satire by clapping his
wings and crowing at me contemptuously.
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