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The Man Whom the Trees Loved by Algernon Blackwood
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body, heart and mind. The discovery rushed out from its ambush to
overwhelm. The truth of it, making all arguing futile, numbed her
faculties. But though at first it deadened her, she soon revived, and
her being rose into aggressive opposition. A wild yet calculated courage
like that which animates the leaders of splendid forlorn hopes flamed in
her little person--flamed grandly, and invincible. While knowing herself
insignificant and weak, she knew at the same time that power at her back
which moves the worlds. The faith that filled her was the weapon in her
hands, and the right by which she claimed it; but the spirit of utter,
selfless sacrifice that characterized her life was the means by which
she mastered its immediate use. For a kind of white and faultless
intuition guided her to the attack. Behind her stood her Bible and her
God.

How so magnificent a divination came to her at all may well be a matter
for astonishment, though some clue of explanation lies, perhaps, in the
very simpleness of her nature. At any rate, she saw quite clearly
certain things; saw them in moments only--after prayer, in the still
silence of the night, or when left alone those long hours in the house
with her knitting and her thoughts--and the guidance which then flashed
into her remained, even after the manner of its coming was forgotten.

They came to her, these things she saw, formless, wordless; she could
not put them into any kind of language; but by the very fact of being
uncaught in sentences they retained their original clear vigor.

Hours of patient waiting brought the first, and the others followed
easily afterwards, by degrees, on subsequent days, a little and a
little. Her husband had been gone since early morning, and had taken his
luncheon with him. She was sitting by the tea things, the cups and
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