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Part 14 - Chapter 7 |
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_ PART XIV CHAPTER VII Amidst all that lacerated my heart or tormented my thoughts that eventful day, I felt at least one joyous emotion when, on entering our little drawing-room, I found my uncle seated there. The Captain had placed before him on the table a large Bible, borrowed from the landlady. He never travelled, to be sure, without his own Bible; but the print of that was small, and the Captain's eyes began to fail him at night. So this was a Bible with large type, and a candle was placed on either side of it; and the Captain leaned his elbows on the table, and both his hands were tightly clasped upon his forehead,--tightly, as if to shut out the tempter, and force his whole soul upon the page. He sat the image of iron courage; in every line of that rigid form there was resolution: "I will not listen to my heart; I will read the Book, and learn to suffer as becomes a Christian man." There was such a pathos in the stern sufferer's attitude that it spoke those words as plainly as if his lips had said them. Old soldier, thou hast done a soldier's part in many a bloody field; but if I could make visible to the world thy brave soldier's soul, I would paint thee as I saw thee then!--Out on this tyro's hand! At the movement I made, the Captain looked up, and the strife he had gone through was written upon his face. "It has done me good," said he simply, and he closed the book. I drew my chair near to him and hung my arm over his shoulder. "No cheering news, then?" asked I in a whisper. Roland shook his head, and gently laid his finger on his lips. _ |
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