Mary is the only Christian _I_ have ever known."
"So we are all pagans, except your low-lived lady's-maid! Upon my
word!"
"She makes me feel, often, often," said Letty, bursting into
tears, "as if I were with Jesus himself--as if he must be in the
room somewhere."
So saying, she left her, and went to put up her things. Mrs.
Wardour locked the door of the room where she sat, and refused to
see or speak to her again. Letty went away, and walked to
Testbridge.
"Godfrey will do something to make her understand," she said to
herself, weeping as she walked.
Whether Godfrey ever did, I can not tell.
CHAPTER L.
WILLIAM AND MARY MARSTON.
The same day on which Turnbull opened his new shop, a man was
seen on a ladder painting out the sign above the old one. But the
paint took time to dry.
The same day, also, Mary returned to Testbridge, and, going in by
the kitchen-door, went up to her father's room, of which and of
her own she had kept the keys--to the indignation of Turnbull,
who declared he did not know how to get on without them for
storage. But, for all his bluster, he was afraid of Mary, and did
not dare touch anything she had left.
That night she spent alone in the house. But she could not sleep.
She got up and went down to the shop. It was a bright, moonlit
night, and all the house, even where the moon could not enter,
was full of glimmer and gleam, except the shop.
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