![]() ![]() ‘My poor child, what do you think is the good of it? You’ll never move him.’ ‘What are you doing there?’ exclaimed Macphail. Miss Thompson was in a rocking-chair, sobbing quietly. When he knocked at her door it was opened for him by Horn. ‘I’ll just go down and see how she is now,’ saidĝr Macphail. She was comforted and at peace, but the Macphails felt suddenly bashful. Mrs Davidson’s face was pale and restful. They said it and then, following him, they rose from their knees. Outside, the pitiless rain fell, fell steadily, with a fierce malignity that was all too human.Īt last he stopped. He was extraordinarily moved, and as he spoke the tears ran down his cheeks. The missionary’s prayer had a savage eloquence. The doctor, taken by surprise, awkward and sheepish, knelt too. ![]() Mrs Macphail and Mrs Davidson knelt with covered eyes. He burst into a long, passionate prayer in which he implored God to have mercy on the sinful woman. ‘Now kneel with me and let us pray for the soul of our dear sister, Sadie Thompson.’ In a powerful voice, resonant and deep, he read to them the chapter in which is narrated the meeting of JesusĜhrist with the woman taken in adultery. It had not been cleared, and he pushed the tea-pot out of the way. He took theěible off a shelf, and sat down at the table at which they had supped. ![]()
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