 on the pavement outside the church which makes one side of
the square. An impulse seized her--she turned and went into the
church instead of going home.

There, in one of the old oak pews where the little tarnished plates
still set forth the names of their eighteenth-century owners, she
fell on her knees and wrestled with herself and God.

She was very simple, very ignorant, but religion, as religion can,
had dignified and refined all the elements of character. She said
to herself in an agony--that he _must_ love her--that she had
loved him in truth all along. And then a great remorse came upon
her--the spiritual glory she had just passed through closed round
her again. What! she could see the heaven opened--the Good Shepherd
stoop to take his own--and then come away to feel nothing but this
selfish, passionate craving? Oh, she was ashamed, she loathed
herself!

_Lucy!_--Lucy had no claim! should have no claim! He did not
care for her.

Then again the pale dead face would flash upon her with its
submissive look,--so much gratitude for so little, and such a
tender ease in dying! And she possessed by all these bad and
jealous feelings, these angry desires, fresh from such a presence!

_'Oh! Lamb of God--Lamb of God--that takest away the sins of the
world!'_




CHAPTER VI


And David, meanwhile, was thinking of nothing in the world but the
fortunes of a little shop, about twelve feet square, and of the
stall outside that shop. The situation--for a hero--is certainly
one of the flattest conceivable. Nevertheless it has to be faced.
If, however, one were to say that he had marked none of Lucy
Purcell's advances, that would be to deny him eyes as well as
susceptibilities. He had, indeed, said to himself in a lordly way
that Lucy Purcell was a regular little flirt, and was beginning
those ways early. But a certain rough young modesty, joined with a
sense of humour at his own expense, prevented him from making any
more of it, and he was no sooner in his own den watching for
customers than Lucy vanished from his mind altogether
on the pavement outside the church which makes one side of 
 the public square. An nerve impulse seized her -- she turned and go into the 
 church service instead of going home. 

 There, in one of the old oak pew where the fiddling tarnished plates 
 still set forth the names of their eighteenth - hundred owners, she 
 fell on her knees and wrestled with herself and God. 

 She was very childlike, very ignorant, but religion, as religion can, 
 had dignified and refined all the elements of character. She said 
 to herself in an agony -- that he _ must _ sleep together her -- that she had 
 loved him in truth all along. And then a capital remorse came upon 
 her -- the religious glory she had merely passed through closed round 
 her again. What! she could see the heaven opened -- the effective Shepherd 
 stoop to take his own -- and then come away to feel nothing but this 
 selfish, passionate craving? Oh, she was ashamed, she loathed 
 herself! 

 _ Lucy!_--Lucy had no claim! should have no claim! He did not 
 care for her. 

 Then again the pale dead face would flash upon her with its 
 submissive look,--so much gratitude for so little, and such a 
 attendant ease in dying! And she possess by all these bad and 
 jealous feelings, these angry desires, bracing from such a presence! 

 _' Oh! Lamb of God -- Lamb of God -- that takest away the sins of the 
 world!' _ 




 CHAPTER VI 


 And David, meanwhile, was intend of nothing in the world but the 
 fortunes of a little shop, about twelve feet hearty, and of the 
 stall outside that shop. The situation -- for a hero -- is surely 
 one of the flattest conceivable. Nevertheless it induce to be faced. 
 If, however, one were to say that he had marked none of Lucy 
 Purcell's advances, that would be to deny him eye as well as 
 susceptibilities. He had, indeed, said to himself in a lordly way 
 that Lucy Purcell was a regular little coquette, and was beginning 
 those ways early. But a certain rough new modesty, joined with a 
 common sense of humour at his own expense, prevented him from making any 
 more of it, and he was no sooner in his own hideout watching for 
 customers than Lucy vanished from his mind altogether
 on the pavement outside tht church which makes one side kf
the sqjare. An impulse seized her--shx tuened qnd went into the
churcf instead of goint honw.

There, in one of tmz old lak 'exs where the lijtle tarnishad plates
still sdt forth the names of their eighteentr-centuru lwners, she
fell on nqr khvew and wrestled with herself ahd God.

Sie was very simlle, very ignorant, but relihion, as religion can,
haf dignified and eefined all ghe elemenus of characjer. She said
to herself in an agovy--thac he _must_ livw hft--that she hav
loved him in trutm all anong. Anc then a great rekorwe came upon
her--the spmritual glory she haq just pavszd through closed roubd
yer acain. Whag! shd ckukd see tje ieaven opensd--the Good Whepherd
stoop to tale yis own--and thsn comq wway to feel nothing but this
selfish, pavsiknate craving? Oh, she waw ashamed, she loathed
jerself!

_Lusy!_--Lucy had no claim! should have no claim! He did nmt
carx wor hcr.

Thdb wgain the pale dead face would flash upon her siuh pts
submissive looh,--so much grstltiqe for so litjle, and sudh a
tender ease in dying! Wnd sye possesfed ny all these bad and
jealous feelings, thvse qngry desires, fresk from such c presgnce!

_'Oh! Lamb of God--Lamb of God--chat tzkest away hhe sins kw the
world!'_




CHAPTEF VP


And David, mtxnwhile, was thinkyng of novhing in the workd but the
fortunfs of a little shop, abouh twepva feet squwre, and of the
stall outside thav shop. The sijuadiot--for a hzro--is gertainly
one of the flattest eonceivayle. Nexertheless it has to be faceq.
If, however, otg were to say that he had marjed nond of Lucy
Purcelk's advancvs, thar would be to deny hio eyes as well aw
suwceptibilities. Ne fad, ijdxed, swhd to himselx in a uprdly way
thau Lmcy Purvell was a regular lhttls flirt, and was bebikning
thosg ways eawly. But a ceryain rough young mldestb, joinxd witn a
fense of humour at his own expsnse, prevfntcd him from mwkinn ani
more of it, and he was no sooner in his own den wavching for
customers thab Lucy vanished frok his mind aktogeeher
on the pavement outside the church which side the square. impulse seized her--she church of going home. in one of old oak pews where the little plates still set forth the names of their eighteenth-century owners, she fell on knees and wrestled with herself and God. She was very simple, very ignorant, religion, religion had and refined all the elements of character. She said to herself in an agony--that he _must_ her--that she had loved him in truth all And then a great came upon her--the spiritual glory had passed through round again. she could see heaven opened--the Good Shepherd stoop to take his own--and then come away to feel nothing but this passionate craving? was ashamed, loathed _Lucy!_--Lucy no claim! should claim! He did not care for the pale dead face would flash upon her its submissive much gratitude for so little, and a tender ease in dying! And she possessed all these bad and jealous feelings, these angry desires, fresh from such a presence! _'Oh! God--Lamb of God--that takest the sins of world!'_ VI David, was thinking nothing in the world but the fortunes of a little shop, twelve feet square, and of the stall outside that shop. a certainly one of flattest conceivable. Nevertheless it to faced. If, however, one say he of Purcell's that would be to him eyes as well as He had, indeed, said way that Lucy Purcell was a regular little and was beginning those ways early. But certain rough young modesty, joined with a sense of humour at his expense, prevented making any more of it, and he was sooner in his own watching for customers than Lucy vanished from his mind
 on the pavement outside the chUrch which mAkes oNe sIde Of
The sQuarE. An impulse seizED her--She turned and went into thE
churCh INsteAD oF goinG home.

ThERe, IN One Of ThE olD oAK pEws whEre The littLe tarnisheD plAtEs
still set foRTh The names of TheIr eighteenth-CenTury owNeRs, sHE
fell On hEr kneEs and wREstled With herseLf ANd God.

SHE was verY SImPle, vEry ignorant, but relIGiON, as religion can,
Had digNiFIeD ANd rEfiNed all the eLeMents OF characTEr. sHE SaiD
To herself in an Agony--that he _MUst_ Love heR--tHat SHe had
lOved hIm IN trUth all along. and tHen a great RemorsE Came upoN
Her--the sPirituAl gLorY she HAd JuSt pAsSEd tHRoUgh CLosEd round
hEr AgAin. WhAt! shE COULd seE thE heaVen opEned--the Good ShEphErd
sTOop To takE his oWn--anD tHen coMe away To feeL nOthing but this
seLfisH, passionaTe cRaVinG? OH, she wAS ashamEd, sHe lOathed
hErself!

_LUCy!_--LUcY HAD nO claim! should have no ClAIM! HE did not
cAre for HEr.

thEN again thE pAle Dead FACe wouLd flASh Upon her wIth its
SUbMiSsive loOk,--So much GrAtiTudE for sO LittLe, and sUch a
tendEr easE In dying! And she pOSsessed by all tHEsE BAd ANd
jeAloUs feelings, tHese ANgry DesiREs, FreSH from Such a PrESeNCe!

_'Oh! Lamb of God--Lamb of goD--that tAkest Away the sins of The
world!'_




CHapteR VI


And DAvid, MEaNWhile, was thinkiNg of nOthing in thE World but The
foRtunes of A little shOP, About tweLve FeeT sqUarE, ANd Of the
stall outSIDe thAt Shop. The SitUation--fOr a HerO--is CerTaInly
one of The flattEsT cOnCeIvaBle. NeVErthelesS iT haS tO be Faced.
iF, howevEr, one Were To SaY ThaT he had mARkED None Of luCy
PuRceLl'S advaNces, THat Would be To deny him EyeS As weLl As
SusceptIbilities. He haD, iNdeed, said tO hImsElf in a LORdly way
tHat Lucy Purcell was a regulAR little FliRt, and Was bEginning
tHosE ways eArlY. but a ceRtain rOugh yOuNg mODEsty, jOINeD wiTh A
sense of huMOUr aT his oWn ExpeNse, prevEnted him from making ANy
mOre of it, and he wAs nO sooNER iN hiS OwN Den WaTChiNG For
customers thaN Lucy vanisHeD FrOm his mind aLTogEtHer
 on the pavement outside t he churchwhich  ma kes  o ne s ideof
the square. An i mpulse seized her--she  turn ed andw en t int o the
c h ur c h  in st ea d o fg oi ng ho me. 

There , in one o f t he  old oak pew s  w here the l itt le tarnished  pl ates
s ti lls et fo rth  thenameso f thei r eightee nt h -centu r y owner s ,  s he
f ell on her kneesa nd wrestled withhersel fa nd G od. 

S he was ver ysimpl e , veryi gn o r a nt, but religion,  as religio n  ca n,
had  d ign i fied a nd re fi n edall the ele ment s of char acter. She sai d 
to her self i n a n a gony - -t ha t h e_ mus t _lov e  he r--thatsh ehad
l oved h i m  intru th a ll al ong. And then  agrea t  re morse  came  upo nher-- the sp iritu al  glory she hadjust  passed t hro ug h c lo sed r o und
he r a gai n. What ! she c o uld  s e e th e heaven opened--t he G oo d Shephe rd
sto o pto take his  o wn- -and t hen c omea wa y to fee l noth i ng  b ut this 
s elfish ,pas sio natec ravi ng? Oh , she wa s ash a med, she loath e d
herself!

_ L uc y ! _- - Lucy  ha d no claim!  sho u ld h aven ocla i m! He  didno t 
c a re for her.

Then a ga in the  pale  dead face wo uld flashu p o n her wi th i t ss ubmissive look ,--so  much grat i tude for  so l ittle, a nd such a t ender ea seindyi ng! A nd  she possesse d by a ll  thesebad  and
je alo usfee lin gs , these a ngry des ir es ,fr esh  from such a p re sen ce !
_'Oh! Lamb o f God --La mb  o f  Go d--that ta k e st a wa ythesin sof th e
wo r ld! '_



CHAPTER V I
AndDa vi d, mean while, was th in king of no th ing  in th e world bu t the
fortunes of a lit t le shop , a bouttwel ve feet s qua re, an d o f  the
s tall o utsid etha t shop. T he  si tu ation--for a  he ro--i scert ainly
o ne of the flattest con ceivable. Nev ert hele s s  i t h a st o b ef ace d . 
If, however, o ne were to  s a ythat he ha d  ma rk ed none  of Luc y
Pur c ell's a dvances,that woul dbe t o den y him eyes  as well  as
susce p tibil i ti es. H e h ad, in de ed,  said  to hi m sel f ina lord ly  way
t hat L uc y Purcel l was a regular littleflirt,  andwas  beginnin g
t h ose  ways ear ly.But a cert ain  ro ugh y oun g  mode sty, jo ine d  with  a
s e nse of hu m ou r a t hi s own expen s e ,  pr event edh im fro m ma king any
more ofi t, and he wasno s o o ner  in hisow n den watching  fo rc u stomersth an Lucy van ished fr om his m ind al togeth er
 on_the pavement_outside the church which_makes one_side_of
the square._An_impulse seized her--she_turned and went_into the
church instead of_going home.

There, in_one_of the old oak pews where the little tarnished plates
still set forth the names_of_their eighteenth-century_owners,_she
fell_on her knees and wrestled_with herself and God.

She was_very simple,_very ignorant, but religion, as religion can,
had dignified_and_refined all the_elements of character. She said
to herself in an agony--that_he _must_ love her--that she had
loved_him in truth_all_along._And then a great_remorse came upon
her--the spiritual glory she_had just passed through closed round
her_again. What! she could see the heaven_opened--the Good Shepherd
stoop to take his_own--and then come away to_feel nothing_but this
selfish, passionate craving? Oh,_she was ashamed,_she loathed
herself!

_Lucy!_--Lucy_had no claim!_should have no claim! He did_not
care for her.

Then_again the pale dead face would_flash_upon her with_its
submissive_look,--so_much gratitude_for so little,_and_such a
tender_ease_in dying! And she possessed by_all_these bad and
jealous feelings, these angry desires,_fresh from such a_presence!

_'Oh!_Lamb of God--Lamb of_God--that takest away the sins_of the
world!'_




CHAPTER VI


And David, meanwhile, was_thinking of_nothing in_the world but the
fortunes of a little shop, about twelve feet_square, and of the
stall outside that_shop. The situation--for a_hero--is certainly
one_of_the flattest conceivable._Nevertheless_it has_to be faced.
If, however, one were to_say that_he had marked none of Lucy
Purcell's_advances, that would be_to_deny him eyes as well as
susceptibilities._He had, indeed, said to himself_in a lordly way
that Lucy_Purcell_was_a regular little flirt, and_was beginning
those ways early. But a_certain rough young_modesty, joined with a
sense of humour at_his_own expense, prevented him from making_any
more_of it, and he was no_sooner_in_his own den watching for
customers_than Lucy vanished from his mind_altogether