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beckoned- God commanded- life rolled together like a scroll- death's
gates opening, showed eternity beyond: it seemed, that for safety
and bliss there, all here might be sacrificed in a second. The dim
room was full of visions.
'Could you decide now?' asked the missionary. The inquiry was put
in gentle tones: he drew me to him as gently. Oh, that gentleness! how
far more potent is it than force! I could resist St. John's wrath: I
grew pliant as a reed under his kindness. Yet I knew all the time,
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I yielded now, I should not the less be made to repent, some day,
of my former rebellion. His nature was not changed by one hour of
solemn prayer: it was only elevated.
'I could decide if I were but certain,' I answered: 'were I but
convinced that it is God's will I should marry you, I could vow to
marry you here and now- come afterwards what would!'
'My prayers are heard!' ejaculated St. John. He pressed his hand
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