"
"Why?"
"Because I didn't want them," she flashed on him: "I've destroyed
them without reading them."
He flushed angrily. Apart from the personal affront, the fact that
the literary products of a poet, precious and, in this case,
sincere, should have been destroyed, unread, was an anti-social
outrage.
"If it didn't please a woman to believe in God," he said, "and God
came in Person and stood in front of her, she would run out of the
room and call upon somebody to come and shoot Him for a burglar,
just to prove she was right."
Phyllis was shocked. Her feminine mind pounced on the gross
literalness of his rhetorical figure.
"I've never heard anything more blasphemous and horrible," she
exclaimed, moving to her end of the bench. "Putting yourself in
the position of the Almighty! Oh!" she flung out her hand. "Don't
speak to me."
In spite of the atheistical Gedge, Phyllis believed in God and
Jesus Christ and the Ten Commandments. She also believed in a host
of other simple things, such as Goodness and Truth, Virtue and
Patriotism. The arguments and theories and glosses that her father
and Randall wove about them appeared to her candid mind as
meaningless arabesques.
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