"Doubt of man's ability to acquire the character of Gods as swiftly as he can acquire their powers, and dread of the certain consequences, runs on the tongue of every people."
"This means we've come to the day at last?"
I shook my head. "Not quite, I think—though never a race of men ever lived who have stolen as many material powers from the Gods as Americans. Beyond any doubt, the day can come. But I won't have it yet—please."
My hand again was at her hair.
"Nor I," she whispered.
"For first, we want to live, you and I, don't we?"
"Yes; I do want to live."
"And love?"
"Yes; and love. For I do love; I love you."
The end.
