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ater…look　at　it……can　it　bee　grape…juice；　wine？　For

an　instant；　he　saw　with　the　clear　eyes　of　the　mind　and　said　no；

his　clear　mind；　answering　her　for　a　moment；　rejected　the　idea。

And　immediately　his　whole　soul　was　crying　in　a　mad；　inchoate

hatred　against　this　violation　of　himself。　It　was　true　for　him。

His　mind　was　extinguished　again　at　once；　his　blood　was　up。　In

his　blood　and　bones；　he　wanted　the　scene；　the　wedding；　the　water

brought　forward　from　the　firkins　as　red　wine：　and　Christ　saying

to　His　mother：　〃Woman；　what　have　I　to　do　with　thee？……mine

hour　is　not　yet　e。〃

And　then：

〃His　mother　saith　unto　the　servants；　'Whatsoever　he　saith

unto　you；　do　it。'〃

Brangwen　loved　it；　with　his　bones　and　blood　he　loved　it；　he

could　not　let　it　go。　Yet　she　forced　him　to　let　it　go。　She　hated

his　blind　attachments。

Water；　natural　water；　could　it　suddenly　and　unnaturally　turn

into　wine；　depart　from　its　being　and　at　haphazard　take　on

another　being？　Ah　no；　he　knew　it　was　wrong。

She　became　again　the　palpitating；　hostile　child；　hateful；

putting　things　to　destruction。　He　became　mute　and　dead。　His　own

being　gave　him　the　lie。　He　knew　it　was　so：　wine　was　wine；　water

was　water；　for　ever：　the　water　had　not　bee　wine。　The　miracle

was　not　a　real　fact。　She　seemed　to　be　destroying　him。　He　went

out；　dark　and　destroyed；　his　soul　running　its　blood。　An