“Sir,” she made answer, “I stand between Good and Evil, and you would have me choose Evil. This is my immortal soul you ask for. For certainly I was in the power of the Devil from whom I was rescued by Mr. Bunyan, and if you deny me his converse, then I am no better than lost.”
But her father was in no way moved, and asked if she would promise or go upon the roads.
“Well and well again,” she said with much wildness, “I promise, but it is a lost soul you take into your house.”
Thereupon her father took her by the hand and led her in, and as she crossed the threshold she said again–
“It is a damned soul you bring home, my father.”
In the parlour was a feast spread and wine laid out and Gilbert Farry waiting, and he took her to him with no excuse and kissed her.
“So you have won,” she murmured, and made no resistance.
So for a month she lived quietly in her father’s house, until one day near on Christmas she met Mr. Bunyan in the market-place of Bedford town, and he was being taken to prison for his preaching, and there were many of his following going with him with words of encouragement and love. But Grace Endicott denied him, and looked as if she did not know his face, even asking one who stood by, “Who is that fellow?”
At this John Bunyan looked through the press and spoke to her, quoting scripture–
“Whosoever shall deny Me before men, him will I also deny before My Father which is in Heaven,” he said.