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I should like your thoughts upon it. For, you see, I have hardly yet got acquainted with my ground. From what my sister tells me, I think your work leads naturally up to mine. I should like to find out whether it is quite ready for the join." "I haven't much work," said Desire. "Luclarion Grapp has; and Miss Kirkbright, and Mr. Vireo. I only help, with some money that belongs to it."
It is so blessed that the word is given and repeated in so many characters and fashions! That each one receives it and passes it on, "in that language into which he was born." "I wish you could hear Luclarion Grapp's way of talking," Ray Ingraham had said to her just after she had brought her home.
Yet when we read it in a written story, we call it the contrivance of the writer, the trick of the trade. Dearly beloved, the writer only catches, in such poor fashion as he may, the trick of the Finger, whose scripture is upon the stars. Marion Kent is received into the Ingraham home. Hilary Vireo and Luclarion Grapp preach the gospel to her. "Christ died."
She took her into her own little sitting-room to hear the story, and then up-stairs, to see the woman of whom the story had to be told. "It was Mr. Tipps, the milkman, came to me yesterday with it all," said Luclarion. "He's a good soul, Tipps; as clever as ever was.
These comforts, these reprievals, came to her; then again, she went down into the blackness of the old memories, the old self-accusations. After she had found her way to Luclarion Grapp's, she used sometimes, when these things seized her, to tie on her bonnet, pull down her thick veil, and crying and whispering behind it as she went, "Mother!
Who shall discriminate for me, and keep things true and unconfused at the source?" "Your sister, Mr. Vireo, Luclarion Grapp," Desire repeated, promptly. "And yourself?" "Yes; I and Hazel, all we can. We help them. And now there will be Miss Argenter. As Hazel said, 'We all of us know the Muffin-man. How queer that that ridiculous play should come to mean so much with us!
Frank Sunderline and Ray were to live here for a year; they were to be married the first of March. Frank had said that Ray would have to manage him and the Bakery too, and Ray was prepared to fulfill both obligations. She was going to carry out here, with Luclarion Grapp, her idea of public supply for the chief staple of food.
She knew, how, passing through the furnace, it had been burned away; shriveled and annihilated with the fierce, hot sweep of a spiritual flame before which all old, unworthy desire vanishes: the living, awful breath of remorse. "I've no doubt you can," said Luclarion. "I'll make inquiries. Mrs. Sheldon comes here pretty often; and she is one of the managers of the Women and Children's Hospital.
And so Ray had taken her down to Neighbor Street, to Luclarion Grapp. "But the sin stays. You can't wipe the fact out; and you've got to take the consequences," said Marion Kent to the strong, simple woman to whom she came as to a second-seer, to have her spiritual destinies revealed to her. "Yes," said Luclarion, gravely, but very sweetly, "you have. But the consequences wear out.
Only hers was the house the Lord builds; and the stories of it, and all the sentences of the story, were the things He daily puts together. Desire was out. She had gone down to Neighbor Street, to see Luclarion Grapp.
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