His Other Wife: A Novel — page 91: what you’re looking at

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RACHEL. 83 to God’s throne, where it lay prostrate. His creed was so simple that a lisping child could learn and understand it. ‘‘God made me; He is my Father; He loves me; He has a use for me; I believe in Him, and I trust Him to teach and to guide me.” That was the whole sum and substance of Uriel’s theology; but it was enough to make him almost an ~ angel. | Yet he could be a stern man with unworthy people. Sweet as a May wind at noon-time to the simple and igno- rant, he was implacable as fate to the evil-doers and hypocrites in high places, Hence the struggle that he had with himself to curb his hatred and resentment toward the cold-blooded villain who had martyred the soul of this weak woman—who had placed him3elf in God’s stead to her adoring heart, and then murdered her with all the infamous calculation of a fiend. | But, for all this, Uriel was content to wait. He never yet had waited in vain; all dark places had been made light to him in the past—it would be so now, he was sure. | Meantime Heaven had sent these poor waifs to him, as wrecked barks are blown to a haven by winds one cannot trace to their source nor follow to their bourne. It is enough that they have come, and that the haven is safe and deep. | i More than this, the shadows were lengthening on Eomicbooks:co =}