"What about your soul?
"Ah, I know," he said, and I thought he looked at me as he said it; "I know what you are thinking of now. It happened a long time ago, but you have not forgotten it, some black sin; was it a lie, or a deceit, or a bad word? I don't know what it was; but I do know that if that sin is unforgiven, you will be left behind—left behind."
Instantly there flashed into my mind the remembrance of Salome's fourth birthday and the stolen shilling.
[CHAPTER V.]
THE STORM IN THE NIGHT.
I HEARD no more of the sermon; I was trembling from head to foot.
"Are you cold, Peter?" Salome said to me, as we were coming out. "You do shake so!"
"You would be left behind." Those words were ringing in my ears; I could not forget them. God's Holy Spirit whispered them to me over and over again.