He would not hold more commerce
with them, nor would he accept the fancies of others as realities. Thus,
in his mind, Julian's legend of the flame in this girl's eyes, despite
the doctor's own vision of flames, became merely a story of the truth
of human will and an acknowledgment of its power.
"Is that why he looks at me so?" Cuckoo asked, in a manner unusually
meditative. "But then he, Valentine, did the same! Why, could that be
what scared him that night--what he struck at?"
"He too may feel that you have a power for good, to fight against his
power for evil. Yes, he does feel it. Make him feel it more. Rely on
yourself. Trust that there's something great within you, something placed
there for you to use. Never mind what your life has been. Never mind your
own weakness. You are the home, the temple, of this power of will. Julian
feels it, and it draws him to you, but it is as nothing yet compared
with the power of Cresswell. You have to make it more powerful, so that
you may win Julian back from this danger."
"Eh? How?"
"Rest on it; trust in it; teach it to act. Show Julian more and more that
you have it. Can't you think of a way of showing that you have this
power?"
"Not I. No," Cuckoo murmured.
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