SKEATON-ON-SEA
She was swinging higher, higher, higher--swinging with that delightful rhythm that one knows best in dreams, lazily, idly, and yet with purpose and resolve.She was swinging far above the pain, the rebellion, the surrender.That was left for ever; the time of her tears, of her loneliness was over.Above her, yet distant, was a golden cloud, soft, iridescent, and in the heart of this lay, she knew, the solution of the mystery; when she reached it the puzzle would be resolved, and in a wonderful tranquillity she could rest after her journey.Nearer and nearer she swung; the cloud was a blaze of gold so that she must not look, but could feel its warmth and heat already irradiating about her.Only to know!...to connect the two worlds, to find the bridge, to destroy the gulf!
Then suddenly the rhythm changed.She was descending again; slowly the cloud diminished, a globe of light, a ball of fire, a dazzling star.The air was cold, her eyes could not penetrate the dark; with a sigh she awoke.
It was early morning, and a filmy white shadow pervaded the room.
For a moment she did not know where she was; she saw the ghostly shadows of chairs, of the chest of drawers, of a high cupboard.Then the large picture of "The Crucifixion," very, very dim, reminded her.She knew where she was; she turned and saw her husband sleeping at her side, huddled, like a child, his face on his arm, gently breathing, in the deepest sleep.She watched him.There had been a moment that night when she had hated him, hated him so bitterly that she could have fought him and even killed him.There had been another moment after that, when she had been so miserable that her own death seemed the only solution, when she had watched him tumble into sleep and had herself lain, with burning eyes and her flesh dry and hot, staring into the dark, ashamed, humiliated.Then the old Maggie had come to her rescue, the old Maggie who bade her make the best of her conditions whatever they might be, who told her there was humour in everything, hope always, courage everywhere, and that in her own inviolable soul lay her strength, that no one could defeat her did she not defeat herself.