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CHAPTER XXX
ADAM EXPLAINS
' We must be on our guard,' he said, ' or she will again outwit us. She would befool the very elect! '
' How are we to be on our guard ? ' I asked.
' Every way,' he answered. ' She fears, therefore hates her child, and is in this house on her way to destroy her. The birth of children is in her eyes the death of their parents, and every new generation the enemy of tbe last. Her daughter appears to her an open channel through which her immortality—which yet she counts self-inherent—is flowing fast away : to fill it up, almost from her birth she has pursued her with an utter enmity. But the result of her machinations hitherto is, that in the region she claims as her own, has appeared a colony of children, to which that daughter is heart and head and sheltering wings. My Eve longed after the child, and would have been to her as a mother to her first-born, but we were then unfit to train her : she was carried into the wilderness, and for ages we knew nothing of her fate. But she was divinely fostered, and had young angels for her playmates; nor did she ever know care until she found a baby in the wood, and the mother-heart in her awoke. One by one she has found many children since, and that heart is not yet full. Her family is |
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