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the mother of everything。

Brangwen occupied himself with the church; he played the

organ; he trained the choir…boys; he taught a Sunday…school

class of youths。 He was happy enough。 There was an eager;

yearning kind of happiness in him as he taught the boys on

Sundays。 He was all the time exciting himself with the proximity

of some secret that he had not yet fathomed。

In the house; he served his wife and the little matriarchy。

She loved him because he was the father of her children。 And she

always had a physical passion for him。 So he gave up trying to

have the spiritual superiority and control; or even her respect

for his conscious or public life。 He lived simply by her

physical love for him。 And he served the little matriarchy;

nursing the child and helping with the housework; indifferent

any more of his own dignity and importance。 But his abandoning

of claims; his living isolated upon his own interest; made him

seem unreal; unimportant。

Anna was not publicly proud of him。 But very soon she learned

to be indifferent to public life。 He was not what is called a

manly man: he did not drink or smoke or arrogate importance。 But

he was her man; and his very indifference to all claims of

manliness set her supreme in her own world with him。 Physically;

she loved him and he satisfied her。 He went alone and subsidiary

always。 At first it had irritated her; the outer world existed

so little to him。 Looking at him with outside eyes; she was

inclined to sneer at him。 But her sneer changed to a sort of

respect。 She respected him; that he could serve her so simply

and pletely。 Above all; she loved to bear his children。 She

loved to be the source of children。

She could not understand him; his strange; dark rages and his

devotion to the church。 It was the church building he cared for;

and yet his soul was passionate for something。 He laboured

cleaning the stonework; repairing the woodwork; restoring the

organ; and making the singing as perfect as possible。 To keep

the church fabric and the church…ritual intact was his business;

to have the intimate sacred building utterly in his own hands;

and to make the form of service plete。 There was a little

bright anguish and tension on his face; and in his intent

movements。 He was like a lover who knows he is betrayed; but who

still loves; whose love is only the more intense。 The church was

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