creation。 She was glad that this lay within the scope of that
vaster power in which she rested at last。 The man would e out
of Eternity to which she herself belonged。
As she grew better； she sat to watch a new creation。 As she
sat at her window； she saw the people go by in the street below；
colliers； women； children； walking each in the husk of an old
fruition； but visible through the husk； the swelling and the
heaving contour of the new germination。 In the still； silenced
forms of the colliers she saw a sort of suspense； a waiting in
pain for the new liberation； she saw the same in the false hard
confidence of the women。 The confidence of the women was
brittle。 It would break quickly to reveal the strength and
patient effort of the new germination。
In everything she saw she grasped and groped to find the
creation of the living God； instead of the old； hard barren form
of bygone living。 Sometimes great terror possessed her。
Sometimes she lost touch； she lost her feeling； she could only
know the old horror of the husk which bound in her and all
mankind。 They were all in prison； they were all going mad。
She saw the stiffened bodies of the colliers； which seemed
already enclosed in a coffin； she saw their unchanging eyes； the
eyes of those who are buried alive： she saw the hard； cutting
edges of the new houses； which seemed