WAR
thing—a machine to do the will of a cause. One small link in the great chain which leads from here to there!"
She points south. Then she says, like a general giving a command:
"There must be no more of this. I am not love. I am war! I am a great cause!"
Well, of course, Jon didn't understand that crazy stuff any more than I did. He goes straight back to the love.
"Evelyn," says Jon, desperate, "it must be more! You must marry me."
Then, even in the night, I could see the hardness come into her face, and when she spoke it cut through her voice like iron.
"Would you like to know what my heart is full of at this moment?" she says.
"Yes," says Jon, thinking maybe, that it was something about him.
"Murder!" says Evelyn.
"No, no," says Jonathan, "not in that heart. It is made to be filled with love. Nothing else."
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