Would you crush the dragonfly, the moth, or the bee, because its days are so few?
Rather would you not pitifully rescue them, that they might enjoy to their natural end the wild intoxication of being ?" "Ah, but they are happy while they live!" "So also are men--all men--for parts of their time.

How many, do you think, would thank me for the offered poison ?" Talk after talk of this kind, which the scope of my history forbids me to follow, took place between them, until at length Juliet, generally silenced, came to be silenced not unwillingly.

All the time, their common humanity, each perceiving that the other had suffered, was urging to mutual consolation.

And all the time, that mysterious force, inscrutable as creation itself, which draws the individual man and woman together, was mightily at work between them--a force which, terrible as is the array of its attendant shadows, will at length appear to have been one of the most powerful in the redemption of the world.

But Juliet did nothing, said nothing, to attract Faber.