Crazy Radio eBooks

But no, Emile, my relation to Vere, hers to me, does not satisfy all
my need of love, my power to love. No, no, it doesn't. There's
something in me that wants more, much more than that. There's
something in me that--I think only a son of his could have satisfied
my yearning. A son might have been Maurice come back to me, come back
in a different, beautiful, wonderfully pure relation. I prayed for a
son. I needed a son. Don't misunderstand me, Emile; in a way a son
could never have been so close to me as Vere is,--but I could have
lived in him as I can never live in Vere. I could have lived in him
almost as once I lived in Maurice. And to-day I--"
She got up suddenly from her chair, put her arms on the window-frame,
and leaned out to the strange, white day.
"Emile," she said, in a moment, turning round to him, "I want to get
away, on to the sea. Will you row me out, into the Grotto of
Virgil?[*] It's so dreadfully white here, white and ghastly. I can't
talk naturally here. And I should like to go on a little farther, now
I've begun.


Pages:
43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67