"
"There is a reason for everything; and, what is more, I do not
consider it right to take upon myself what belongs to a minister. It
may do more harm than good."
"Take upon yourself what belongs to a minister! My dear Jane, is
nobody but a minister to bear witness for the Master?"
"Of course I did not mean to say that; you know I did not. Why do
you catch at my words? Perhaps, if you had not been quite so
forward, Mr. Caillaud and his daughter might have gone to chapel."
After supper, and when he was alone, Zachariah sat for some time
without moving. He presently rose and opened the Bible again, which
lay on the table--the Bible which belonged to his father--and turned
to the fly-leaf on which was written the family history. There was
the record of his father's marriage, dated on the day of the event.
There was the record of his own birth. There was the record of his
mother's death, still in his father's writing, but in an altered
hand, the letters not so distinct, and the strokes crooked and formed
with difficulty. There was the record of Zachariah's own marriage.
A cloud of shapeless, inarticulate sentiment obscured the man's eyes
and brain.
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