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That the church looked to them so dark as to be almost black with shadows was manifest when they found themselves inside peering into the dimness. The outer darkness seemed to have crowded itself through the low doorway to fill the groined arches with gloom. "Where must we go to, Dowie?" Robin whispered holding to the warm, stout arm. "Don't be timid, my dearie," Dowie whispered back.
We are sending her away with you because you love her and will know how to take care of her. We are very anxious." "Your grace," Dowie faltered and one of the tears she had forced back when she was in the railway carriage rose insubordinately and rolled down her cheek, "just once I nursed a young lady who looked as she does now.
Dowie made him manager of the Bank of Sion, under his own supervision, and confided to him the financial administration of the church. Similarly a Mr. Peckman, whose wife he cured, and who was leader of the Baptist Church of Indiana, gave thanks to God and to Dowie, His prophet, by founding a colony affiliated to Sionism which paid its tithes regularly.
"That's right, my dear," Dowie answered her with sane kindliness. "I will do everything you tell me, Dowie. I will not cry any more and I will eat what you ask me to eat. I will sleep as much as I can and I will walk every day. Then I shall get strong." "That's the way to look at things. It's a brave way," Dowie answered. "What we want most is strength and good spirits, my dear."
For, besides her aunt, who had taught her to read, and nothing more, her only instructors had been Nature, with her whole staff, including the sun, moon, and wind; the grass, the corn, Brownie the cow, and her own faithful subject, Dowie. Still, it was a great mortification to her to be put into the spelling-book, which excluded her from the Bible-class.
Joking apart and, getting down to bedrock, A. J. Christ Dowie and the harmonial philosophy, have you got that? O. K. Seventyseven west sixtyninth street. Got me? That's it. You call me up by sunphone any old time. Bumboosers, save your stamps. All join heartily in the singing. Encore! Certainly, I sort of believe strong in you, Mr President.
Was the smile deepening and growing brighter? Was that caught breath something almost like a little sob of a laugh a tiny ghost of a sound more like a laugh than any other sound on earth? Dowie slid down upon her knees and prayed devoutly clutching at the robe of pity and holding hard as women did in crowds nearly two thousand years ago.
It's beyond her poor bit of strength to hold it back. I saw how hard she tried for my sake. It's the crying that's most dangerous of all." "Nothing could be worse," the doctor said and he went away with a grave face, a deeply troubled man. When Dowie went back to the Tower room she found Robin standing at a window looking out on the moorside.
"She is sustained and comforted by her pretty air of servitude. She might use Dowie as her personal maid and do next to nothing, but she waits upon herself and punctiliously asks my permission to approach Mrs. James the housekeeper with any request for a favour. Her one desire is to be sure that she is earning her living as other young women do when they are paid for their work.
The same can hardly be said of Lodowick Muggleton, a seventeenth-century Dowie who would fain have been a prophet of a new dispensation. He put out an exposition of the Witch of Endor that was entirely rationalistic. Witches, he maintained, had no spirits but their own wicked imaginations. Saul was simply the dupe of a woman pretender.
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