at his tobacco, “you wouldn’t ha’ had the chance.”

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"Oh!" Emily cried, "is there some good in this woman, after all?"

at his tobacco, “you wouldn’t ha’ had the chance.”

"There's no good in the woman!" Mrs. Rook answered desperately. "There's nothing but fear--fear of hell now; fear of the pocketbook in the past time. Twice I tried to destroy it--and twice it came back, to remind me of the duty that I owed to my miserable soul. I tried to throw it into the fire. It struck the bar, and fell back into the fender at my feet. I went out, and cast it into the well. It came back again in the first bucket of water that was drawn up. From that moment, I began to save what I could. Restitution! Atonement! I tell you the book found a tongue--and those were the grand words it dinned in my ears, morning and night." She stooped to fetch her breath--stopped, and struck her bosom. "I hid it here, so that no person should see it, and no person take it from me. Superstition? Oh, yes, superstition! Shall tell you something? _You_ may find yourself superstitious, if you are ever cut to the heart as I was. He left me! The man I had disgraced myself for, deserted me on the day when I gave him the stolen money. He suspected it was stolen; he took care of his own cowardly self--and left me to the hard mercy of the law, if the theft was found out. What do you call that, in the way of punishment? Haven't I suffered? Haven't I made atonement? Be a Christian--say you forgive me."

at his tobacco, “you wouldn’t ha’ had the chance.”

"Ah! that comforts me! Now you can go."

at his tobacco, “you wouldn’t ha’ had the chance.”

Emily looked at her imploringly. "Don't send me away, knowing no more of the murder than I knew when I came here! Is there nothing, really nothing, you can tell me?"

"Haven't I told you already? Go downstairs, and see the wretch who escaped in the dawn of the morning!"

"Gently, ma'am, gently! You're talking too loud," cried a mocking voice from outside.

"It's only the doctor," said Mrs. Rook. She crossed her hands over her bosom with a deep-drawn sigh. "I want no doctor, now. My peace is made with my Maker. I'm ready for death; I'm fit for Heaven. Go away! go away!"

In a moment more, the doctor came in--a brisk, smiling, self-sufficient man--smartly dressed, with a flower in his button-hole. A stifling odor of musk filled the room, as he drew out his handkerchief with a flourish, and wiped his forehead.


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and other comforts. At Caylen, the most southern island,

We are having such an interesting time, a heart-warming

plough, spell out their Testaments, and try to obey God’s

given in the last chapter, will convey a fair general idea

sought her out. She did not know that he had even better

little visit to me in my comparative loneliness. Mera Bhatija

own resources, was left with absolutely no European companions.

“cannot hold a candle” to the Christian boys, who go

our tents. They were very civil, and offered us a house;

two years I have had three cheques declined; so you see

batting. It does one good to hear the thud from R.’s

‘April 27.—I know that some of my dear ones think that

barter. Money was scarcely worth anything, but their eagerness

that there is one really black sheep in it, though there

the whole city of Batala,—but day after day giving hours

which we hope to build; but the great puzzle will be to

In the morning I asked a young Indian, who was wet to the

must not be idle, but they must have the means of earning

to Him, which we know will be apparent in another world,

to desert others. I realise more the value of life below

which swirled fully three feet of water, which, slowly

here will be, we trust, as the salt in the mass. But they

hospitably, and to pay for work done handsomely; there

‘The mountains are quite high and bold enough for beauty,

which marks the natural boundary of the country that the

the scholars would learn what is good from him, though

needed in the Panjab; while new untrained Missionaries

fled, and were afterwards baptized. They had come to see

Max realized that he must lower his head if he would follow.

as well as Natives, that Auntie is very old. I have three

over in[326] his mind what he can do to earn his living.

staircase. I have the indispensable umbrella in one hand,—though

designs to a successful conclusion. One party he moved

evening. The delicate creature longed to come. I told her

Children of Light tread the pilgrim way in heaviness? “Light

arrived speaking of lengthened furlough. She was much distressed,

and the girl's mind was in such a turmoil that she had

must not be idle, but they must have the means of earning

daughter” going in omnibuses. As if it were any disgrace

arrived speaking of lengthened furlough. She was much distressed,

resting the electric lamp upon one of the little ebony

of Mrs. Elmslie, who had been detained in England far longer

of England Zenana Society,’ being warmly taken up, was

staircase. I have the indispensable umbrella in one hand,—though

in all the finer points of big game hunting. Of an evening

alone! India for Christ!” would find no echo in the large

clever in finding ways to start the Converts in life, giving

be sadly ignorant of Old Testament Scriptures. How much

gruffly, explaining that he had always been fond of the

asked for! It is the medicine in a fever-land. And it is

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