After all, it was the currency they liked best, and for which they offered their prettiest wares!
But what of the intellectual accord between himself and her? She had not been deceived in that! He and she had really been wedded in mind as well as in heart. But until now there had not arisen in their lives one of those searching questions which call into play emotions rooted far below reason and judgment, in the dark primal depths of inherited feeling. It is easy to judge impersonal problems intellectually, turning on them the full light of acquired knowledge; but too often one must still grope one’s way through the personal difficulty by the dim taper carried in long-dead hands.…
But was there then no hope of lifting one’s individual life to a clearer height of conduct? Must one be content to think for the race, and to feel only—feel blindly and incoherently—for one’s self? And was it not from such natures as Amherst’s—natures in which independence of judgment was blent with strong human sympathy—that the liberating impulse should come?
Her mind grew weary of revolving in this vain circle of questions. The fact was that, in their particular case, Amherst had not risen above prejudice and emotion; that, though her act was one to which his intellectual sanction was given, he had turned from her with
instinctive repugnance, had dishonoured her by the
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