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fore God, a witness against those that have ruined me and my children, body and soul! “When I was a girl, I thought I was religious; I used to love God and prayer. Now, I’m a lost soul, pursued by devils that torment me day and night; they keep pushing me on and on-and I’ll do it, too, some of these days!” she said, clench- ing her hand, while an insane light glanced in her heavy, black eyes. “I’ll send him where he belongs,- a short way, too,- one of these nights, if they burn me alive for it!” A wild, long laugh rang through the deserted room, and ended in a hysteric sob; she threw herself on the floor, in convulsive sobbings and struggles. In a few moments, the frenzy fit seemed to pass off; she rose slowly, and seemed to collect herself. “Can I do anything more for you, my poor fellow?” she said, approaching where Tom lay; “shall I give you some more water?” There was a graceful and compassionate sweetness in her voice and manner, as she said this, that formed a strange contrast with the former wildness. Tom drank the water, and looked earnestly and pitifully into her face. “O Missis, I wish you’d go to Him that can give you living waters!” “Go to him! Where is he? Who is he?” said Cassy. “Him that you read of to me,- the Lord.” |
