Paul Faber, Surgeon eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 621 pages of information about Paul Faber, Surgeon.

Paul Faber, Surgeon eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 621 pages of information about Paul Faber, Surgeon.

“O Jesus,” said the voice, as of one struggling with weariness, or one who speaks her thoughts in a dream, imagining she reads from a book, a gentle, tired voice—­“O Jesus! after all, Thou art there!  They told me Thou wast dead, and gone nowhere!  They said there never was such a One!  And there Thou art!  O Jesus, what am I to do?  Art Thou going to do any thing with me?—­I wish I were a leper, or any thing that Thou wouldst make clean!  But how couldst Thou, for I never quite believed in Thee, and never loved Thee before?  And there was my Paul! oh, how I loved my Paul! and he wouldn’t do it.  I begged and begged him, for he was my husband when I was alive—­him to take me and make me clean, but he wouldn’t:  he was too pure to pardon me.  He let me lie in the dirt!  It was all right of him, but surely, Lord, Thou couldst afford to pity a poor girl that hardly knew what she was doing.  My heart is very sore, and my whole body is ashamed, and I feel so stupid!  Do help me if Thou canst.  I denied Thee, I know; but then I cared for nothing but my husband; and the denial of a silly girl could not hurt Thee, if indeed Thou art Lord of all worlds!—­I know Thou wilt forgive me for that.  But, O Christ, please, if Thou canst any way do it, make me fit for Paul.  Tell him to beat me and forgive me.—­O my Saviour, do not look at me so, or I shall forget Paul himself, and die weeping for joy.  Oh, my Lord!  Oh, my Paul!”

For Paul had gently risen from his chair, and come one step nearer—­where he stood looking on her with such a smile as seldom has been upon human face—­a smile of unutterable sorrow, love, repentance, hope.  She gazed, speechless now, her spirit drinking in the vision of that smile.  It was like mountain air, like water, like wine, like eternal life!  It was forgiveness and peace from the Lord of all.  And had her brain been as clear as her heart, could she have taken it for less?  If the sinner forgave her, what did the Perfect?

Paul dared not go nearer—­partly from dread of the consequences of increased emotion.  Her lips began to move again, and her voice to murmur, but he could distinguish only a word here and there.  Slowly the eyelids fell over the great dark eyes, the words dissolved into syllables, the sounds ceased to be words at all, and vanished:  her soul had slipped away into some silent dream.

Then at length he approached on tiptoe.  For a few moments he stood and gazed on the sleeping countenance—­then dropped on his knees, and cried,

“God, if Thou be anywhere, I thank Thee.”

Reader, who knowest better, do not mock him.  Gently excuse him.  His brain was excited; there was a commotion in the particles of human cauliflower; a rush of chemical changes and interchanges was going on; the tide was setting for the vasty deep of marvel, which was nowhere but within itself.  And then he was in love with his wife, therefore open to deceptions without end, for is not all love a longing after what never was and never can be?

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