... Most marvellously their beings found each other in
the great whispering galleries of the world where Thought and Yearning
know that first fulfilment which is the source of action later....
'So, now that I have found you,' her voice presently
went on, 'our Network shall catch everybody everywhere. For the
Pattern of my story, woven so long ago, has passed through you as
through a channel--to another who can give it forth. It will spread
across every sky. All, all will see it and climb up.'
'My scheme---' he cried, with eager delight, yet not quite certain
what he meant, nor whence the phrase proceeded.
'Was my thought first,' she laughed, 'when you were a little boy and I
was a little girl--somewhere in a garden very long ago. A ray from its
pattern touched you into beauty. Though I could do nothing with it
myself, one little ray shot into the mirror of your mind and instantly
increased itself. But then, you hid yourself; the channel closed---'
'It never died, though,' he interrupted; 'the ray, I mean.'
'It waited,' she went on, 'until you found children somewhere, and the
channel cleared instantly. Through you, opened up and cleaned by them,
my pattern rushed headlong into another who can use it. It could never
die, of course. And the long repression--I never ceased to live it--
made its power irresistible.
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