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"But be of good courage, I think nothing will be given you to bear that you will not be able to bear." "I can bear a great deal more than I have had yet. I don't think I shall ever complain. That would be to take myself out of his hands, and I have no hope anywhere else. Are you any surer about him, sir, than you used to be?" "At least I hope in him far more," answered Wingfold. "Is that enough?"
Richard took her hand respectfully, sad for the woman whose winter had no fuel, and who looked as if she would be cold to all eternity. Lady Ann stared him in the eyes and said, "My favourite prayer-book has come to pieces at last: perhaps you would bind it for me?" "I shall be delighted," answered Richard. "Thank you," she said, bowed to Wingfold, and left the room.
He hurried out into the rain. Happily there was no wind. Helen waked the servants. Before they appeared she had the fire lighted, and as many utensils as it would accommodate set upon it with water. When Wingfold returned, he found her in the midst of her household, busily preparing every kind of eatable and drinkable they could lay hands upon.
Do you remember" here Polwarth turned to Wingfold "my mentioning to you once a certain manuscript of strange interest to me at least and Rachel which a brother of mine left behind him?" "I remember it perfectly," answered the curate." "It seems so to mingle with all I ever think on this question, that I should much like, if you gentlemen would allow me, to read some extracts from it."
"If I can be of use to you, let me know." "I will, sir; and I thank you heartily. There's nothing a man is so grateful for as friendliness." "The obligation is mutual," said Wingfold. A new experience had come to Mrs. Wylder.
"I don't like the song," said Helen, wrinkling her brows a little. "It sounds well, heathenish." She would, I fear, have said nothing of the sort, being used to that kind of sound from her cousin, had not a clergyman been present. Yet she said it from no hypocrisy, but simple regard to his professional feelings, "I sung it for Mr. Wingfold," returned Bascombe.
Polwarth," returned Wingfold abruptly, "I cannot even prove there is a God!" "But the church of England exists for the sake of teaching Christianity, not proving that there is a God." "What is Christianity, then?" "God in Christ, and Christ in man." "What is the use of that if there be no God?" "None whatever." "Mr. Polwarth, can you prove there is a God?" "No."
Alas, she could not be a pupil of Mr. Wingfold! She could no longer deceive herself with such comfort. And yet! "I do wish I could hear them," she said. "And why not?" returned Rachel. "There is not one of them would not be glad to see you. I know that." "I am afraid I should hinder their talk. Would they speak just as freely as if I were not there?
To Wingfold, however, it seemed that all things fell in to further his quest, which will not be so surprising if we remember that his was no intermittent repentant seeking, but the struggle of his whole energy. And there are those who, in their very first seeking of it, are nearer to the kingdom of heaven than many who have for years believed themselves of it.
Wingfold, sincerely yours, Helen Lingard. "P.S. I shall be walking along Pine Street from our end, at eleven o'clock to-morrow." The curate was not taken with a great surprise. But something like fear overshadowed him at finding his sermons come back upon him thus. Was he, an unbelieving labourer, to go reaping with his blunt and broken sickle where the corn was ripest!
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