“And let me be with him always.”
“And let me be with him when he dies to comfort him.”
“And let me be with him when he dies to comfort him.”
“Please, God, oh, please, God, do. Amen.”
She added that last line herself, she was so frightened He might be hurrying off somewhere else and think she only meant it a good three-quarters instead of a brimming-over whole.
But during the prayer Virginius had drawn very near, and just before the ending he placed his hand upon the kneeler’s head and Deborah felt a sudden thrill of pure happiness run through her.
Scarcely, however, had his hand touched her head than Plucritus with his free hand tried to wrench it off, and not only tried but succeeded, and a feeling of intense misery followed the thrill of joy.
“It is because I love him so, and I dread the thought that he should ever die,” she said; and then she prayed it all over again still more fervently.
“God is love, and God is good,” she said. “And He loves father because he’s good too, and so He’ll look after him real well,” and then she got up feeling very comforted.
Plucritus turned to Genius.