"My body would have been in the river, my soul with God."
"And I,—what should I have done?" she asked, wildly.
"Derrice, do you know what I resolved yesterday?"
"No, Justin."
"That, God helping me, I would leave no stone unturned to secure your soul's salvation."
"My soul's salvation,—am I then so wicked?"
"No, no, not wicked, but almost spotless and innocent to human eyes, yet all—all are guilty in the eye of infinite holiness."
"If I had been drowned in Southern California, where would my soul have been?"
A mute agony took possession of him, and in spite of the icy wind great beads of perspiration stood on his forehead. "I do not wish to pain you," she said, earnestly, "but I want to know. Am I to go to one place and you to another?"
After a time he found his voice. "Day and night I have no peace. Walking the street, sitting at home, in the midst of my business, my heart goes up to God,—save my darling from the lions."