The Sweetest of All Virtues
He pushed and pushed and pushed
her with callous indifference, and she
retreated and retreated and retreated into
a fortress of martyr-less forgiveness,
leaving him to anguish her decision to
stay or leave him, despite his risky health
condition; and he could no longer push
her with his witless conceit, because she
was not there to bear it, dutifully present
but morally impregnable—the sweetest
of all virtues, patience; and the fear
of God possessed him.
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