She did me an awfully good service.
"And so you see, you lovely woman you, do you not, that God has
made you for him as a tribute to his greatness and it is given to
you to fulfil a destiny?" She was so beautiful as she said it that
I had to turn my eyes away, but I felt as I did when those awful
'_let-not-man-put-asunder_'--from Mr. Carter--words were spoken
over me by Mr. Raines, the Methodist minister. It made me wild, and
before I knew it I had poured out the whole truth to her in a perfect
cataract of words. The truth always acts on women as some hitherto
untried drug, and you can never tell what the reaction is going to be.
In this case I was stricken dumb and found it hard to see.
"Oh, dear heart," she exclaimed as she reached out and drew me into her
lovely gracious arms, "then the privilege is all the more wonderful for
you, as you make some sacrifice to complete his life. Having suffered
this, you will be all the greater woman to understand him. I accept my
own sorrow at his hands willingly, as it gives me the larger sympathy
for his work, though he will no longer need my personal encouragement
as he has for years. In the light of his love this lesser feeling for
Doctor Moore will soon pass away and the accord between you will be
complete.
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