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 "I admit it's unreasonable," she said. "But why reason about it? It's a matter of the imagination"

"For him?"

"How should I know how it takes him? That is what I want to know."

Melville looked her in the eyes again. "You know, you're not playing fair," he said.

"To her?"

"To any one."

"Why?"

"Because you are immortal—and unincumbered. Because you can do everything you want to do—and we cannot. I don't know why we cannot, but we cannot. Here we are, with our short lives and our little souls to save, or lose, fussing for our little concerns. And you, out of the elements, come and beckon"

"The elements have their rights," she said. And then: "The elements are the