"
"He could not have been better, I should think. He went to my heart,
though it is rather a difficult passage in the case of a man about
town like me; and I tell you what, Coleman, he made me determine I
would read the Bible again. What a story that is!"
"Major, I thank God if you will read it; and not for the stories in
it, save as all are part of one story--the story of God's redeeming
mercy."
The Major made no reply, for the word was unwinged.
Mrs. Zachariah was silent, but when they came to their door both she
and her husband pressed him to come in. He refused, however; he
would stroll homeward, he said, and have a smoke as he went.
"He touched me, Coleman, he did. I thought, between you and me"--and
he spoke softly--"I had not now got such a tender place; I thought it
was all healed over long ago. I cannot come in. You'll excuse me.
Yes, I'll just wander back to Piccadilly. I could not talk."
They parted, and Zachariah and his wife went upstairs. Their supper
was soon ready.
"Jane," he said slowly, "I did not receive much assistance from you
in my endeavours to bring our friends to a knowledge of the truth. I
thought that, as you desired the attempt, you would have helped me a
little.
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