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THE GREEN GRAVES OF BALGOWRIE
indifferent parson, Cornelius. Do you remember
Augustine’s words: ‘ Thou hast framed us out of
a wonderful mixture of parts, and joined heaven
and earth together in one man ’ ? There is a
quantity of earth about you, sir.”
“And little heaven, in truth, Harrie,” he said.
“ I have warm affections; they’re my one link with
heaven.”
“You have been all our help, Cornelius,” said
Henrietta quickly, as if her words had been too
severe. She laid her hand on his knee as she
spoke. He took it in his own, and they sat hand
in hand, while their talk flowed on.
“You see, sir,” pursued Henrietta, who, in
addressing him, vacillated between her old and
her new style of address,—“ You see, sir, my theory
on death is this—it concerns the flesh, not the
spirit. You see how our dear Lucie’s body is
suffering, and we cannot help it; but we must turn
all our attention and our powers to helping her
mind, for it gets cast down by reason of the pain
she has to bear.”
“ Yes,” struck in Lucie. “ And when at night
I am worn out with pain and weariness, Harrie
will begin with wonderful imaginings, till I nearly
forget to think how ill I am.”
“ What sort of imaginings ? ” asked Dr. Cor¬
nelius.
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