Van Berg."
"How? Please tell me, for I feel I have more cause to be disgusted
with myself than you ever had."
"Well--how shall I say what I mean? I thought you had more mind
than heart."
"It appears to me I've displayed a lamentable lack of both. I must
have seemed to you like an animated interrogation point."
"I soon learned you were very greatly my superior," she said simply.
"Miss Mayhew, spare me," he replied quickly, with a deprecatory
gesture. "The story you were telling interests me more deeply than
you will believe, and I think we shall be better acquainted before
the day is over."
"Well, the rest of my story is more easily told than understood,
and perhaps your man's reason may not find it very satisfactory.
You know the old superstition that the sing of the cross puts to
flight the Evil One. I don't believe that, but I believe that the
One who suffered on the cross puts him to flight. Mr. Eltinge's
simple, downright assertion that Jesus could remedy every earthly
trouble--that he would be a patient, helpful Friend--broke the evil
spell by which despair had blinded me, and I resolved to try and
live if I could. After the old gentleman came out of the church I
asked him to let me visit him, and he has been very, very kind.
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