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"I was afraid the frost had caught my tobacco, last night; but it seems to be all right, as far as I can see; I stayed till the sun was well up before I decided." "It was a pretty sharp night, but I don't believe there was any frost," the Squire said. "At least Dylks didn't complain of it." "Dylks?" Redfield returned. "Yes. Didn't you know he was out again?" "No, I didn't.
"That's just what Hingston and Enraghty both are the very elect. What deceived them?" "Oh, pshaw, now, Squire! You know I don't mean they were deceived! That's just a Bible sayin'. You see, Brother Briggs was sick and Brother Enraghty went along with Dylks and Brother Hingston to preach in his place." "Couldn't Dylks have done the preaching?" "I reckon he could.
The crowd at Hingston's mill grew with the arrival of the unbelievers as well as the believers in Dylks. They came from all sides, sometimes singly and sometimes in groups, and the groups came disputing as often as agreeing among themselves.
It came on me like a thief in the night and stole away my sense. It gave Joseph Dylks his chance over me; if it had been sooner or later I should have known he was a power of darkness as far as I could see him. But my eyes were holden by my self-conceit, and I thought he was an angel of light."
It's because you're so set on Hughey Blake. Hughey Blake!" she ended scornfully, and went back into the cabin. Nancy rose from her place with a sigh. "Oh, I 'spose you're right about my lettin' Joey go. I don't know why I let him." The meetings of the Little Flock had continued ever since the reappearance of Dylks, and in the earlier spirit.
Till then, let the Little Flock have patience; let them have faith sustained by the daily, hourly miracles which he had wrought among them since his return to their midst, and rest secure in the strong arms which he folded about them. Dylks sat motionless. "Well, mother," Matthew Braile hoarsely whispered to his wife, "I reckon you'd better have let me put him up with the coon.
Redfield said with respectful understanding. Then he added, "I'll get you the hair." The unbelievers crowded to the house in the light from the uncurtained windows. One of them stood tiptoe peering in while the others waited. "It's chuck full," he reported. "No room for sinners, I reckon." "Oh, if Dylks is in there he'll work one of his miracles and make room," another of the Hounds answered.
He ate greedily, but his hand trembled so in lifting his cup that the coffee spilled from it. When he had ended and sat leaning back from the board, she asked him: "What are you going to do?" The old man cleared his throat. "Nothing, yet. Let the Lord work His will." "And let Joseph Dylks work his will, too! I'll have something to say about that." "Be careful, woman. Be careful."
Push the lid to one side, and get in, and you'll be perfectly safe," he said as Dylks tremulously mounted the ladder. "I don't say you'll be very comfortable. There's a little window at one end, but it don't give much air, and this August sun is apt to get a little warm on the clapboards.
"Well, it's poorty cur'ous doun's, Squire," Reverdy said, daunted between his natural bent and his wish to be of the Squire's thinking. "Don't you believe it?" "Oh, yes, I believe it. But you know I believe anything. If Dylks did it, and Enraghty says he did it, why there we've got the gospel for it right from St. Paul himself."
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