"
"He does want it done for him--always and every day--not for his
own sake, though it does make him very glad. To give up your way
for his is to die for him; and, when any one will do that, then
he is able to do everything for him; for then, and not till then,
he gets such a hold of him that he can lift him up, and set him
down beside himself. That's how my father used to teach me, and
now I see it for myself to be true."
"It's all very grand, no doubt; but it ain't nowhere, you know.
It's all in your own head, and nowhere else. You don't, you
_can't_ positively believe all that!"
"So much, at least, that I live in the strength and hope it gives
me, and order my ways according to it."
"Why didn't you teach my wife so?"
"I tried, but she didn't care to think. I could not get any
further with her. She has had no trouble yet to make her listen."
"By Jove! I should have thought marrying a fellow like me might
have been trouble enough to make a saint of her."
It was impossible to fix him to any line of thought, and Mary did
not attempt it. To move the child in him was more than all
argument.
A pause followed. "I don't love God," he said.
"I dare say not," replied Mary. "How should you, when you don't
know him?"
"Then what's to be done? I can't very well show myself where I
hate the master of the house!"
"If you knew him, you would love him.
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