"I would rather die, you think, and go to Him? Not just yet. There are too many in the world that He wants me to help."
"Like these poor people here who have suffered so much?"
"Yes; but there are those more worthy of our pity than even they."
"More worthy? Truly on God's earth it seems to me that there are none. But I know what you mean," Jack added in a lower voice. "You are thinking of those, in harems or elsewhere,—for whom we only dare to ask one thing—death"
Vahanian's face grew sad. It was some moments before he spoke again. At last he said, "There are those still more pitiable. No man has compassion—no man cares for the soul of—the Turk."
Jack started, as if he had been shot. "How could we?" he asked.
"Yet you say every day, 'Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them that trespass against us.'"
"I never thought of it in that way. And I tell you, if I ever get back to England, I will not forgive the Turk! I will not keep silence about his evil deeds, about the things I have seen and heard of here!"
"Nor should you. To stop them would be to show the very kindness of God even to the Turk himself. But I would it were God's will to stop them, not with His wrath, but with His love."