Death In Midsummer & Other Stories - Plot & Excerpts
The sound of his wife going about her work came to him faintly. A healthy physical craving, submerged for two days, reasserted itself. The lieutenant was confident there had been no impurity in the joy they had experienced when resolving upon death. They had both sensed at that moment - though not, of course, in any clear and conscious way - that those permissible pleasures which they shared in private were once more beneath the protection of Righteousness and Divine Power, and of a complete and unassailable morality. On looking into each other's eyes and discovering there an honourable death, they had felt themselves safe once more behind steel walls which none could destroy, encased in an impenetrable armour of Beauty and Truth. Thus, so far from seeing any inconsistency or conflict between the surges of his flesh and the sincerity of his patriotism, the lieutenant was even able to regard the two as parts of the same thing. Thrusting his face close to the dark, cracked, misted wall-mirror, the lieutenant shaved himself with great care.
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