All arguments were spent and confuted; there
remained a mute shrinking; and she feared, as she would death, to be
restrained from the flux of that custom, whereby she was wasting to
death.
Then in this great contention of my inward dwelling, which I had
strongly raised against my soul, in the chamber of my heart,
troubled in mind and countenance, I turned upon Alypius. "What ails
us?" I exclaim: "what is it? what heardest thou? The unlearned start
up and take heaven by force, and we with our learning, and without
heart, to, where we wallow in flesh and blood! Are we ashamed to
follow, because others are gone before, and not ashamed not even to
follow?" Some such words I uttered, and my fever of mind tore me
away from him, while he, gazing on me in astonishment, kept silence.
For it was not my wonted tone; and my forehead, cheeks, eyes,
colour, tone of voice, spake my mind more than the words I uttered.
A little garden there was to our lodging, which we had the use of,
as of the whole house; for the master of the house, our host, was
not living there.
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