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And then: "His mother saith unto the servants, 'Whatsoever he saith

unto you, do it'"

Brangwen loved it, with his bones and blood he loved it, he

could not let it go Yet she forced hio She hated

his blind attachments

Water, natural water, could it suddenly and unnaturally turn

into wine, depart fro? Ah no, he knerong

She beca things to destruction He becaave him the lie He kneas so: ine, water

ater, for ever: the water had not become wine Thehi its blood And he

tasted of death Because his life was forain as she had been when she was a child,

went away and sobbed She did not care, she did not care whether

the water had turned to wine or not Let him believe it if he

wanted to But she knew she had won And an ashy desolation came

over her

They were ashenly an to coain of the chapter of St John There was a great biting pang

"But thou hast kept the good wine until now" "The best wine!"

The young h the knowledge that it was not true in fact bit at hier, the pain of the

denial, or the desire for affirmation? He was stubborn in

spirit, and abode by his desire But he would not any more

affirm the miracles as true