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The sinner may be deeper in sin than the depth of hell itself, but the love of the Lord Jesus can reach him still." The girl came back with the message. "Miss Thompson's compliments and as long as Rev. Davidson don't come in business hours she'll be glad to see him any time." The party received it in stony silence, and Dr Macphail quickly effaced from his lips the smile which had come upon them.
They know that if they send for me in their trouble I'll come if it's humanly possible. And do you think the Lord is going to abandon me when I am on his business? The wind blows at his bidding and the waves toss and rage at his word." Dr Macphail was a timid man.
"What has happened?" asked Dr Macphail. "A feller's just been in here and he says I gotter beat it on the next boat." Was there a gleam in the missionary's eyes? His face remained impassive. "You could hardly expect the governor to let you stay here under the circumstances." "You done it," she shrieked. "You can't kid me. You done it." "I don't want to deceive you.
Meantime, Lady Clementina, her maid having gone to send her man to get horses for her at once, was alone in her room, which was close to the drawing-room: hearing Malcolm's voice, she ran to the door, and saw Rose in a listening attitude at that of the drawing-room. "What are you doing there?" she said. "Mr. MacPhail told me to follow him, my lady, and I am waiting here till he wants me."
He had hurled the gramophone on the floor. Then again they heard Davidson's voice, they could not make out the words, then Miss Thompson's, loud and shrill, then a confused clamour as though several people were shouting together at the top of their lungs. Mrs Davidson gave a little gasp, and she clenched her hands more tightly. Dr Macphail looked uncertainly from her to his wife.
And in the evening after the high tea which was their last meal, while they sat in the stiff parlour, the ladies working and Dr Macphail smoking his pipe, the missionary told them of his work in the islands. "When we went there they had no sense of sin at all," he said. "They broke the commandments one after the other and never knew they were doing wrong.
"If I make a personal matter of it, MacPhail I mean you won't refuse me if I ask a personal favour of you?" "I maun ken what it is afore I say onything, my lord." "You may trust me not to require anything you could n't undertake." "There micht be twa opinions, my lord." "You young boor! What is the world coming to? By Jove!"
Then he saw, lying half in the water and half out, a dreadful object, the body of Davidson. Dr Macphail bent down he was not a man to lose his head in an emergency and turned the body over. The throat was cut from ear to ear, and in the right hand was still the razor with which the deed was done. "He's quite cold," said the doctor. "He must have been dead some time."
Pastor of Hampstead Presbyterian Church, London. R. MACLEOD, Pastor of Frognal Presbyterian Church, London. W.M. MACPHAIL, M.A. Glasgow. General Secretary of the Presbyterian Church of England. RICHARD ROBERTS, Pastor of Crouch Hill Presbyterian Church, London. H.H. SCULLARD, M.A. Cambridge, M.A., D.D. London. ALEX RAMSAY, M.A., B.D. Pastor of the Highgate Presbyterian Church, London.
He got up and Dr Macphail was obliged to do so too. "I must ask you to excuse me. I have an engagement. Please give my respects to Mrs Macphail." The doctor left him crest-fallen. He knew that Miss Thompson would be waiting for him, and unwilling to tell her himself that he had failed, he went into the house by the back door and sneaked up the stairs as though he had something to hide.
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