Leah twisted her hands above her head with a cry of impotent rage. "How can I repent, when I do not even feel sorry?"
"You will not ask Christ to help you. Repentance is a gift, as is Faith. He will give both, and His undying Love, if you will but confess your sin."
"I have done so--to you."
"Who am powerless. Confess it to Christ; weep as did Mary at His wounded feet. Hard as is your heart, He will melt it; soiled as is your soul, He will cleanse it. Now--now, when human aid is vain, now is the appointed time. Repent and be saved!"
"If I try to, will He--will He cure met"
"That question I cannot, dare not answer. His mercy is infinite."
"You say that to me, knowing what I suffer."
"I say it to you who suffer. In no other way could the Spirit have brought you to the mercy-seat."
"He has not brought me now," she persisted obstinately.
Lionel fell on his knees and caught her restless hands.