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She felt that though her body
was on the islet the vital part of her, the real "I," was free to roam
across the great expanse that lay flat and still and delicately
mysterious to the limits of eternity.
She had strange encounters there, the soul of her, as she went towards
the East.
The evening calm was different. There was, Vere thought, less of
heaven about it, but perhaps more of the wonder of this world. And
this made her feel as if she had been nearer to heaven at her birth
than she would be at her death. She knew nothing of the defilements of
life. Her purity of mind was very perfect; but, taking a parable from
Nature, she applied it imaginatively to Man, and she saw him covered
with dust because of his journey through the world. Poor man!
And then she pitied herself too. But that passed. For if the sea at
evening held most of the wonder of this world, it was worth the
holding. Barely would she substitute the heavenly mysteries for it.
The fishermen's boats were dreams upon a dream.


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