“I am here, sister,” he said. “What can I do for you?”
“I knew you would come,” she replied, still without moving, “and I waited for you.”
“How did you know that I was coming?” asked Roland.
“I saw you coming.”
Roland shuddered.
“Did you know why I was coming?” he asked.
“Yes; I prayed God so earnestly in my heart that He gave me strength to rise and write to you.”
“When was that?”
“Last night.”
“Where is the letter?”