I knew what He had done, and how He loved me; yet I
went away from Him wilfully. I chose ruin; and now He leaves me to my
choice."
"This is the delusion of a sick brain," he answered; "you have no power
to think rightly of our Lord. Listen to what I can tell you about Him,
and His love for you."
"No," she interrupted; "none of you others know, you people who have
never fallen like me. You do not know what it is to feel yourselves
given up and sold to sin. You and Ann Holland think you can save me by
keeping temptation out of my way; but I know that as soon as it comes
again I shall be as weak as water against it."
"Have you no wish to be saved, then?" he asked, his heart sinking within
him at her hopeless words.
"Wish to be saved!" she repeated; "did the rich man in torments wish to
be saved? He only asked for one drop of water to cool his tongue but for
a moment. He knew he could not be saved, and he did not pray for it."
"Do you think that I have no wish for your salvation?" he asked. "Am I
leaving you in your sin? Have I done nothing, given up nothing, to
secure it? Has Ann Holland given up nothing?"
"Oh! you have," she cried.
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