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I will stop while there is yet time, while I am still mistress of my mind, and have the strength to deny myself this awful joy." Was there not a warning in these words, and in those other words: "No, do not search, but wait." Surely they told of risk to him who, being yet on earth, dared to lift a corner of the veil which separates flesh and spirit.

"Should get the mastery of me." If he saw her once would he be able to do as Stella did, and by an effort of his will separate himself from a communion so fearful yet so sweet?
"Unfitted for my work." Supposing that it did get the mastery of him, would he not also be unfitted for his work on earth?
His work?
What work had he now?
It seemed to be done; for attending scientific meetings, receiving dividends, playing the country squire's only son and the wealthy host whilst awaiting the title which Mary wished for--these things are not work, and somehow his days were so arranged that he was never allowed to go beyond them.