"Mortals are the best things in God's kingdom—it's all been worked up for their enjoyment and benefit."
"I know, dear, I know, but you and I are just you and I, and we have just found love, and it is so wonderful, I want to enjoy it."
"Doesn't love make it all the more forcible, Meg? The closeness of God all the more certain? The weaving of the threads of His beautiful fabric all the more golden?—Akhnaton's great 'Lord of Fortune,' the 'Master of Things Ordained,' the 'Chance which gives Life,' the 'Origin of Fate,' call it what you will—the power which brought us here, you and I."
"And if we didn't follow that clear voice, Mike, whose rule is righteousness, why should He allow it?"
"Do we ever deliberately do what we know to be wrong and not pay for it, dearest?"
"But why does He allow it? It's a mill, dearest—one can go round and round, and round and round."
"And in the end," Mike said. "It's just God, His prescribed rule, His unfightable force."
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When the two lovers entered the sitting-room, Freddy was instantly as conscious of the new aura which surrounded them as he was conscious of the sweet desert air which clung to their clothes and bodies. It came like a whiff from a far pure world.
"How fuggy you are in here," Meg said. "Dear boy, stop working."