第32部分

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achments。

Water；　natural　water；　could　it　suddenly　and　unnaturally　turn

into　wine；　depart　from　its　being　and　at　haphazard　take　on

another　being？　Ah　no；　he　knew　it　was　wrong。

She　became　again　the　palpitating；　hostile　child；　hateful；

putting　things　to　destruction。　He　became　mute　and　dead。　His　own

being　gave　him　the　lie。　He　knew　it　was　so：　wine　was　wine；　water

was　water；　for　ever：　the　water　had　not　bee　wine。　The　miracle

was　not　a　real　fact。　She　seemed　to　be　destroying　him。　He　went

out；　dark　and　destroyed；　his　soul　running　its　blood。　And　he

tasted　of　death。　Because　his　life　was　formed　in　these

unquestioned　concepts。

She；　desolate　again　as　she　had　been　when　she　was　a　child；

went　away　and　sobbed。　She　did　not　care；　she　did　not　care　whether

the　water　had　turned　to　wine　or　not。　Let　him　believe　it　if　he

wanted　to。　But　she　knew　she　had　won。　And　an　ashy　desolation　came

over　her。

They　were　ashenly　miserable　for　some　time。　Then　the　life

began　to　e　back。　He　was　nothing　if　not　dogged。　He　thought

again　of　the　chapter　of　St。　John。　There　was　a　great　biting　pang。

〃But　thou　hast　kept　the　good　wine　until　now。〃　〃The　best　wine！〃

The　young　man's　heart　responded　in　a　craving；　in　a　triumph；

although　the　knowledge　that　it　was　not　true　in　fact　bit　at　him

like　a　weasel　in　his　heart。　Which　was　stronger；　the　pain　of　the

denial；　or　the　desire　for　affirmation？　He　was　stubborn　in

spirit；　and　abode　by　his　desire。　But　he　would　not　any　more

affirm　the　miracles　as　true。

Very　well；　it　was　not　true；　the　water　had　not　turned　into

wine。　The　water　had　not　turned　into　wine。　But　for　all　that　he

would　live　in　his　soul