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Cullum, Ridgwell, [pseud.], 1867-1943

"The Forfeit"


After a moment he suddenly flung out his arms.
"I--I just can't, Nan!" he cried desperately.
A wave of relief swept through Nan's heart. He was yielding, and she
knew it. His manner had completely and abruptly changed. She drew
nearer to him. Every honest art of persuasion was in her tender
manner. All self was forgotten in that moment of spiritual purpose.
"But you can--if you will," she said, her brown eyes uplifted to his.
"There isn't a thing you can't do--and you will. And this is so small,
Jeff. So small. Just think of that great big God somewhere up above
waiting, waiting to help you. He's always waiting to help us--any of
us. Ask Him. Ask His help. He'll give it you. He surely will. And
He can clear away all this dreadful feeling. It'll pass right away
easy. I know. He's done things for me. You just can't guess how
much. Say, Jeff, and when He's fixed you right, feeling that way,
He'll show you, and tell you more. He'll show you that Evie's act was
not hers, but--His. It was just His way of bringing Ronny's punishment
back to you.


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