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"Can a man reach anything ideal before he has God dwelling in him filling every cranny of his soul?" asked the curate with shining eyes. "Nothing, I do most solemnly believe," answered Polwarth. "It weighs on me heavily sometimes," he resumed, after a pause, "to think how far all but a few are from being able even to entertain the idea of the indwelling in them of the original power of their life.
What could that do to set anything right that I have set wrong? I am what I am, and what I ever shall be, and the injury which came from me, cleaves fast to her, and is my wrong wherever she is." He hid his face in his hands. "What use CAN it be to torture the poor boy so?" said Helen to herself. The two men sat silent. Then Polwarth said: "I doubt if there is any use in trying to feel.
"Is it your wish, Rachel, or are you only conveying the request of another?" asked her uncle. "It is my wish," answered Rachel. "I really desire it if you do not mind." She looked from one to another as she spoke. The curate and the draper indicated a full acquiescence. "Do you know quite what you are about, Rachel?" asked Polwarth. "Perfectly, uncle," she answered.
"The worst is that, for her own sake, I must not get a girl to help me." "The lady will help you with her own room," said Polwarth. "I have a shrewd notion that it is only the fine ladies, those that are so little of ladies that they make so much of being ladies, who mind doing things with their own hands. Now you must go and make her some tea, while she gets in bed. She is sure to like tea best."
On the discovery of the Rye House Plot, Baillie of Jerviswoode and Home of Polwarth, innocent men both, were denounced as traitors to their King. Baillie was taken, and after several months of imprisonment in London, so heavily loaded with chains that his health completely broke down, he was brought by sea to Edinburgh in stormy November weather which kept the ship a fortnight on its way.
Your calling is to do the best for your neighbour that you reasonably can." "But who is to fix what is reasonable?" asked Drew. "The man himself, thinking in the presence of Jesus Christ. There is a holy moderation which is of God." "There won't be many fortunes great fortunes made after that rule, Mr. Polwarth." "Very few." "Then do you say that no great fortunes have been righteously made?"
Better he had to be whipped for stealing!" said the curate. "There would be more hope of his future," returned Polwarth. " Is the child," he continued, "who sits by his father's knee and looks up into his father's face, SERVING that father, because the heart of the father delights to look down upon his child?
"But, as I told you, I am a poor scholar in these high matters," resumed the curate, "and I want to bring Mr. Polwarth to see him." "The dwarf!" exclaimed Helen, shuddering at the remembrance of what she had gone through at the cottage. "Yes. That man's soul is as grand and beautiful and patient as his body is insignificant and distorted and troubled.
"Because, if, as you think, there is more evil in store for her, I may yet have it in my power to do her some service. I wonder if Mr. Polwarth would call that DIVINE SERVICE," he added, with one of his sunny smiles. "Indeed he would," answered the curate. George Bascombe, when he went to Paris, had no thought of deserting Helen.
Therefore she proceeded to patronize him yet a little farther. "I quite agree with you," she said graciously. "None but such as you describe should presume to set foot within the sacred precincts of the profession." Polwarth did not much relish Mrs.
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