I submit myself to His will. I do
this calmly, as I would give my hand and pledge my faith to a man,
and I cannot do any more. Now He may do with me as He pleases. Miss
Baron, you do the same and you'll be just as good--yes, a much
better Christian than I, for I've done rough, bad things in my life.
Don't you wait till you're in my extremity. I must say that I have a
wretched sense of self-contempt that I am looking Heavenward with
dying eyes. There's only one thing that reconciles me to it--the
words 'Our Father.' God knows that I'd open my arms to my little
Sadie under any possible circumstances. What the old man here says
must be true, for to trifle with or mock a man in my position
presupposes a degree of malignity inconceivable. I ask nothing
better than that Christ will receive me as I would receive my child
from world-wide wandering."
"Ah, bress He big gret heart," cried Uncle Lusthah, dropping on his
knees, "w'en yo' fader en yo' moder forsook you den de Lawd took you
up."
"Miss Baron, I wish to think a while and learn from Borden just how
much time I have left.
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