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he　continued；　〃and　such　a　pretence！　What　do

you　pretend　you　are　saying？　Who　do　you　pretend　you　are　praying

to？〃

He　still　remained　motionless；　seething　with　inchoate　rage；

when　his　whole　nature　seemed　to　disintegrate。　He　seemed　to　live

with　a　strain　upon　himself；　and　occasionally　came　these　dark；

chaotic　rages；　the　lust　for　destruction。　She　then　fought　with

him；　and　their　fights　were　horrible；　murderous。　And　then　the

passion　between　them　came　just　as　black　and　awful。

But　little　by　little；　as　she　learned　to　love　him　better；　she

would　put　herself　aside；　and　when　she　felt　one　of　his　fits　upon

him；　would　ignore　him；　successfully　leave　him　in　his　world；

whilst　she　remained　in　her　own。　He　had　a　black　struggle　with

himself；　to　e　back　to　her。　For　at　last　he　learned　that　he

would　be　in　hell　until　he　came　back　to　her。　So　he　struggled　to

submit　to　her；　and　she　was　afraid　of　the　ugly　strain　in　his

eyes。　She　made　love　to　him；　and　took　him。　Then　he　was　grateful

to　her　love；　humble。

He　made　himself　a　woodwork　shed；　in　which　to　restore　things

which　were　destroyed　in　the　church。　So　he　had　plenty　to　do：　his

wife；　his　child；　the　church；　the　woodwork；　and　his　wage…earning；

all　occupying　him。　If　only　there　were　not　some　limit　to　him；

some　darkness　across　his　eyes！　He　had　to　give　in　to　it　at　last

himself。　He　must　submit　to　his　oe

limit　to　himself；　of　＇something　unformed　in＇　his　own　black；

violent　temper；　and　to　reckon　with　it。　But　as　she　was　more　gentle

with　him；　it　became　quieter。

As　he　sat　sometimes　very　still；　with　a　bright；　vacant　face；

Anna　could　see　the　suffering　among　the　brightness。　He　was　aw