"My child," he said, "chastening is the very token of pardon, and
therein may you find peace, and see the right course."
"And you will pray for me--that however it may be, He may forgive
me?"
"Indeed, I will. We all will pray for you as one in sorrow and
anxiety. And remember this: There is a promise that a great
mountain shall become a plain; and so it does, but to those who
bravely try to climb it in strength not their own, not to those who
try to go round or burrow through."
"I see," was all she answered, in the meek submissive tone of a
strong nature, bent but not daring to break down. She could not
shed tears, deeply as she felt; she must save all her strength and
bear that gnawing misery which Herbert Bowater's mention of J. C.'s
brothers had inflicted upon her--bear it in utter uncertainty
through the night's journey, until the train stopped at Wil'sbro' at
eleven o'clock, and her father, to whom she had telegraphed, met
her, holding out his arms, and absolutely crying over her for joy.
"My dear, my dear, I knew you would come; I could trust to my little
Lena.
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