" And Destiny
and Nature, I give you my word, often led mankind quite wrong--'
'Or _seemed_ to,' says she--'for a time: as when a stleam flows north a
little, and the sea is to the south: but it is bound for the sea all the
time, and will turn again. Destiny never could, and cannot yet, be
judged, for it is not finished: and our lace should follow blindly
whither it points, sure that thlough many curves it leads the world to
our God.'
'Our God indeed!' I cried, getting very excited: 'girl! you talk
speciously, but falsely! whence have you these thoughts in that head of
yours? Girl! you talk of "our race"! But there are only two of us left?
Are you talking _at_ me, Leda? Do not _I_ follow Destiny?'
'You?' she sighed, with down-bent face: 'ah, poor me!'
'What should I do if I followed it?' said I, with a crazy curiosity.
Her face hung lower, paler, in trouble: and she said:
'You would come now and sit near me here. You would not be there where
you are. You would be always and for ever near me.
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