???-Na, na, he has nae chance."
The last sentence was spoken quickly and with attempted carelessness as
he resumed his seat.
"Hoo ken ye that?" asked Cupples.
"There's no sic word i' the Scriptur'."
"Do ye think He maun tell _us_ a' thing?"
"We hae nae richt to think onything that He doesna tell's."
"I'm nae sae sure o' that, Thomas. Maybe, whiles, he doesna tell's a
thing jist to gar's think aboot it, and be ready for the time whan he
will tell's."
Thomas was silent for a few moments. Then with a smile-???rather a grim
one???-he said,
"Here's a curious thing, no.???-There's neyther o' you convertit, and yet
yer words strenthen my hert as gin they cam frae the airt (region)
aboon."
But his countenance changed, and he added hastily,
"It's a mark o' indwellin' sin. To the law and to the testimony???-Gang
awa' and lat me to my prayers."
They obeyed; for either they felt that nothing but his prayers would
do, or they were awed, and dared not remain.
Mr Cupples could wait. Thomas could not.
The Forlorn Hope of men must storm the walls of Heaven.
Amongst those who sit down at the gate till one shall come and open it,
are to be found both the wise and the careless children.
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