"What?" he cried. "God become a party to a marriage like yours? My dear
girl, only think! Think of what your marriage has been--the pride and
vanity and self-seeking that conceived it, the compulsion that was put
upon you to carry it through, and then the shame and the suffering and
the wickedness and the sin of it! Was God a party to the making of a
marriage like that?"
In his agitation he rose, walked two or three paces in front and came
back to me.
"Then think what it means if your marriage may not be dissolved. It
means that you must go on living with this man whose life is so
degrading. Year in, year out, as long as your life lasts you must let
him humiliate and corrupt you with his company, his companions and his
example, until you are dragged down, down, down to the filth he lives in
himself, and your very soul is contaminated. Is that what the Church
asks of you?"
I answered no, and tried to tell him what the Bishop had told me about
separation, but he interrupted me with a shout.
"Separation? Did he say that? If the Church has no right to divorce you
what right has it to separate you? Oh, I see what it will say--hope of
reconciliation.
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