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He met it face to face on the E Cross

and the Te the

outlines of things He had been walking up and down for about an hour,

walking for walking's sake, with his eyes fixed on the pave at one of the sphinxes that

guard Cleopatra's Needle The listened with an oily sooty e eyelids like a tear

Obelisk and sphinx--ere they doing by this gray river, under this

gray sky? They were exiles here, they belonged to the Desert So did he

To leave London to its mob of journalists and stock-brokers, and to the

deo there where there are none of these things,

where miracles are sometimes allowed to happen; where God and Nature are

e, even in these days, counts

as a virtue If, indeed, as sometimes he feared, the brute in him was

supreme and indestructible, London was not the place for hirave of a hu out there There were things

there that wanted doing; things that he could do; things that o and do them? And if he died! Well, what can a man

do more than die for his country?

And if Molly died?

Molly would not die Soht break her