To
Pauline, Zachariah had spoken Hebrew; but his passion was human, and
her heart leapt out to meet him, although she knew not what answer to
make. Her father was in the same position; but the Major's case was
a little different. He had certainly at some time or other read the
Epistle to the Romans, and some expressions were not entirely
unfamiliar to him.
"'Vessels of wrath fitted to destruction!'--a strong and noble
phrase. Who are your vessels of wrath, Coleman?"
Caillaud and Pauline saw a little light, but it was speedily eclipsed
again.
"The unregenerate."
"Who are they?"
"Those whom God has not called."
"Castlereagh, Liverpool, Sidmouth, and the rest of the gang, for
example?"
Zachariah felt that the moment had come.
"Yes, yes; but not only they. More than they. God help me if I deny
the Cross of Christ--all of us into whose hearts God's grace has not
been poured--we, you, all of us, if we have not been born of the
Spirit and redeemed by the sacrifice of His Son."
Zachariah put in the "us" and the "we," it will be observed. It was
a concession to blunt the sharpness of that dreadful dividing-line.
"We? Not yourself, Caillaud, and Pauline?"
He could not face the question.
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