Then the lady answered him in a low, earnest, tender voice that
trembled with the burden of its great concern:
"Not in your own strength. That is impossible."
His lips dropped apart. He looked at her strangely.
"Not in your own strength, but in God's," she said reverently. "You
have tried your own strength many times, but it has failed as often.
But his strength never fails."
She lifted her finger and pointed to the text on the wall, "Without
me ye can do nothing," then added: "But in him we can do all things.
Trusting in yourself, my friend, you will go forth from here to an
unequal combat, but trusting in him your victory is assured. You
shall go among lions and they will have no power to harm you, and
stand in the very furnace flame of temptation without even the smell
of fire being left upon your garments."
"Ah, ma'am, you are doubtless right in what you say," Mr. Ridley
answered, all the enthusiasm dying out of his countenance. But I am
not a religious man. I have never trusted in God."
"That is no reason why you should not trust in him now," she
answered, quickly. "All other hope for you is vain, but in God there
is safety. Will you not go to him now?"
There came a quick, nervous rap upon the door; then it was flung
open, and Ethel, with a cry of "Oh, father, my father, my father!"
sprang across the room and threw herself into Mr. Ridley's arms.
With an answering cry of "Oh, Ethel, my child, my child!" Mr.
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