His own appetites went so far he
could scarcely see the boundary, and his theory was to trust her to
push the limits of hers, so that between them the pair should astound
by their consumption. His ideas were prodigiously vulgar, but some
of them had the good fortune to be carried out by a person of perfect
delicacy. Her delicacy made her play strange tricks with them, but
he never found this out. She attenuated him without his knowing it,
for what he mainly thought was that he had aggrandised HER. Without
her he really would have been bigger still, and society, breathing
more freely, was practically under an obligation to her which, to do
it justice, it acknowledged by an attitude of mystified respect. She
felt a tremulous need to throw her liberty and her leisure into the
things of the soul--the most beautiful things she knew. She found
them, when she gave time to seeking, in a hundred places, and
particularly in a dim and sacred region--the region of active pity--
over her entrance into which she dropped curtains so thick that it
would have been an impertinence to lift them.
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