"Your sin does not separate you from me; you are my wife. I must help
you and save you at whatever cost. Your soul is nearer to mine than any
other; and what one human being can do for the soul of another, it is my
lot to do. Do not be afraid of me, Sophy. You cannot estrange yourself
from me; and yon cannot wear out the patience of God. He is ever waiting
to receive back those who have wandered farthest from him. Can I refuse
love and pity, when He freely gives them in full measure to you? Will
Christ forsake you--He who saved Mary Magdalen? He will cast out this
demon that has possession of you."
He was replying to some of the questions which had troubled him, while
he was kneeling at her side, before she was awake. There was no
separation possible of their lives. If she broke away from him, or if he
sent her away from his home, they would still be bound together by ties
that could never be broken. Whatever depth she sank to, she was his
wife, and he must tread step by step with her the path that ran through
all the future. But if any one could help her, and lead her back out of
her present bondage, it was he; and he must not fail her in any
extremity for lack of pity and tenderness.
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