Volume I Part 6 (2/2)
”But I can't help it,” said Julia.
”Then what is to become of you? You need a helmet.”
”A helmet?” said Julia again. ”What sort of a helmet?”
”You want to know that G.o.d has forgiven you; that he is not angry with you; that he loves you, and has made you his child.”
”How can I?” said the child, pressing closer to the speaker where he sat on the step of the door. And no wonder, for the words were given with a sweet earnest utterance which drew the hearts of both bearers.
He went on without looking at Eleanor; or without seeming to look that way.
”How can you what?”
”How can I have that?”
”That helmet? There is only one way.”
”What is it, Mr. Rhys?”
They were silent a minute, looking at each other, the man and the child; the child with her eyes bent on his.
”Suppose somebody had taken your punishment for you? borne the displeasure of G.o.d for your sins?”
”Who would?” said Julia. ”n.o.body would.”
”One has.”
”Who, Mr. Rhys?”
”One that loved you, and that loved all of us, well enough to pay the price of saving us.”
”What price did he pay?”
”His own life. He gave it up cruelly--that ours might be redeemed.”
”What for, Mr. Rhys? what made him?”
”Because he loved us. There was no other reason.”
”Then people will be saved”--said Julia.
”Every one who will take the conditions. It depends upon that. There are conditions.”
”What conditions, Mr. Rhys?”
”Do you know who did this for you?”
”No.”
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