The Wreck of the Titan

sweet, musical voice? Has it wit, and grace, and charm? Has it a wealth of pity for suffering? These are the things I loved. I do not love her soul, if she has one. I do not want it. I want her – I need her.

a stranger long after my banishment, who came to her possessed of a few qualities of mind or physique that pleased her – who did not need to love her – his chances were better without that – and he steps coolly and easily into my heaven. And they tell us, that “God doeth all things well”, and that there is a heaven where all our unsatisfied wants are attended to – provided we have the necessary faith in it. That means, if it means anything, that after a lifetime of unrecognised allegiance, during which I win nothing but her fear and contempt, I may be rewarded by the love and companionship of her soul. Do I love her soul? Has her soul beauty of face and the figure and carriage of a Venus? Has

‘How long,’ he mused, ‘would his ambition and love of profession last him after he had met, and won, and lost, the only woman on earth to him? Why is it – that failure to hold the affections of one among the millions of women who live, and love, can outweigh every blessing in life, and turn a man’s nature into a hell, to consume him? Who