. The master of Marton . her now. And yet, though she knew it not, a hand wasleading her through this sense of want towardsthat Source of infinite content which only is suf-ficient to satisfy the cravings of the human need for the shelter of earthly love, whichthe great God has inwrought in the nature of allhis creatures, not less in that of the brave andstrong than of the timid and defenceless, is but 54 THE MASTER OF MARTON. as a finger pointing upwards to that other anddiviner love of which all else is but the faint,imperfect symbol. And just as in the materialuniverse no atom is
. The master of Marton . her now. And yet, though she knew it not, a hand wasleading her through this sense of want towardsthat Source of infinite content which only is suf-ficient to satisfy the cravings of the human need for the shelter of earthly love, whichthe great God has inwrought in the nature of allhis creatures, not less in that of the brave andstrong than of the timid and defenceless, is but 54 THE MASTER OF MARTON. as a finger pointing upwards to that other anddiviner love of which all else is but the faint,imperfect symbol. And just as in the materialuniverse no atom is too minute and mean tobe attracted towards its central sun, so in thespiritual world there is no soul clad in a body soweak and insignificant, dwelling in such a lowlyforgotten corner of life, that He to whom nothingis small and nothing great, will not, if it yielditself to Him, draw it gently, mightily toHimself. ^ CHAPTER IV. SUNDAY AFTERNOON. ^^^^^^^^^T was the last day of October—adreary, chill, autumnal day—and. Janet sat in one of the high-backed chairs in the dining-room,looking out into the long, gloomy garden. Shehad a book on her lap, an old, yellow-leavedvolume, which she had taken down at randomout of the bookcase. Mrs. Clyde had, more than once, hinted in adistant way her dislike to seeing her mopingabout with nothing to occupy her , the book was a pretext for being silent;and this afternoon Janet was not in a mood fortalking, even if her mother-in-law had been dis-posed for it herself. But Mrs. Clyde was sitting 56 THE MASTER OF MARTON. upright in her chair by the table^ reading too—at least, she had a book in her hand as well asJanet_, though from the suspicious way in whichit tottered at intervals, it might be questionedwhether she was deriving much benefit from the^^ Meditations in a Village Churchyard/^ where-with she was beguiling her Sunday leisure. Mrs. Clyde never went to afternoon church;she did not find it a profitable time to go,
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