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He ran to catch up with her at the doorway, and followed her inside. A teacher she was, but she was many other things. She was a youthful girl chasing the butterfly in a meadow. She was a girlish beauty, knowing nothing but rapture in all things. She was the vision that appears in the morning mist on a little hill. She was not a temptation but an exquisite sensation, never consumed, always fresh. She was like an eternal fountain abundantly offering its cool effervescence to all within its radius without stint. never be more than five miles away from her, or was it due to the interval of absolute freedom she would spend with Adam? He was suddenly introduced to one of the questions man forever asks, and woman never answers. He was suddenly in love, in love, as the 1 ete phrase means in its higher sense. He was sensing the bittersweet, the web which is interlaced with threads of jealousy; the flames that leaped within him dampered by the pain of unrequited adoration. In the light of love he saw her body as the gateway to her shining soul. He longed to look at her in leisure so his being could merge with hers. Instinctively, he called upon all his training as a physician, and all his knowledge as a science student. She was, he reminded himself, merely a mass of molecules brought together in organisms and consciousness. This analysis only aggravated his emotions, however. He loved her that much more. After all, was he not also a mere agglomeration of atoms and molecules? How could these be assembled by Nature so as to feel, to see, to hate, to resent, and ultimately, to ... to love? His heart was tearing at his ribs. His limited earthly learning served only to accentuate his burning emotions, which became a million scorpions stinging every nerve in his body. So this is what love can do to one, Adam thought, as he stood in the doorway with a semblance of outward calm, while the doorway with a semblance of outward calm, while object of his worship continued her brisk pace to the semblance calm, while the object 93 LANDING ABOARD ANDROMEDA one attitude to the next, and how smoothly, almost as if their actions were timed to music. Was this exuberance of Lily’s due to knowing that Leo would