"I can keep my hands off him, but the feeling I cannot help." For a long time Mrs.Murray let him go on without seeking to check the hot flow of his words and without a word of reproof.

Then, when he had talked himself to silence, she took her Bible and read to him of the servant who, though forgiven, took his fellow-servant by the throat, refusing to forgive.

And then she turned over the leaves and read once more: "'God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.'" She closed the book and sat silent, waiting for Ranald to speak.
"I know," he said, deliberately; "I have read that often through the winter, but it does not help the feeling I have.

I think it only makes it worse.

There is some one holding my arm, and I want to strike." "And do you forget," said Mrs.Murray, and her voice was almost stern, "and do you forget how, for you, God gave His Son to die ?" Ranald shook his head.