LILITH A Fantasy Novel By George MacDonald - online book

Home Main Menu Order Support About Search

Share page  

Previous Contents Next

thou how long thou wilt thyself remain beautiful ?— Answer me, if thou knowest.'
Then at last I understood that Mr. Raven was in­deed Adam, the old and the new man; and that his wife, ministering in the house of the dead, was Eve, the mother of us all, the lady of the New Jerusalem.
The leopardess reared ; the flickering and fleeing of her spots began ; the princess at length stood radiant in her perfect shape.
'1 am beautiful—and immortal! ' she said—and she looked the goddess she would be.
' As a bush that burns, and is consumed,' answered he who had been her husband. '—What is that under thy right hand ? -
For her arm lay across her bosom, and her hand was pressed to her side.
A swift pang contorted her beautiful face, and passed.
' It is but a leopard-spot that lingers! it will quickly follow those I have dismissed,' she answered.
' Thou art beautiful because God created thee, but thou art the slave of sin : take thy hand from thy side.'
Her hand sank away, and as it dropt she looked him in the eyes with a quailing fierceness that had in it no surrender.
He gazed a moment at the spot.
' It is not on the leopard; it is in the woman !' he said. ' Nor will it leave thee until it hath eaten to thy heart, and thy beauty hath flowed from thee through the open wound !'
She gave a glance downward, and shivered.
'Lilith,' said Adam, and his tone had changed to a tender beseeching, ' hear me, and repent, and He who made thee will cleanse thee ! '
Previous Contents Next