Chapter XXXVI

           Thedaylightcame.Iroseatdawn. Ibusiedmyselfforanhourortwowitharrangingmythingsinmychamber,drawers,andwardrobe,intheorderwhereinIshouldwishtoleavethemduringabriefabsence. Meantime,IheardSt.Johnquithisroom. Hestoppedatmydoor:Ifearedhewouldknock—no,butaslipofpaperwaspassedunderthedoor.Itookitup.Itborethesewords— 

           "Youleftmetoosuddenlylastnight. Hadyoustayedbutalittlelonger,youwouldhavelaidyourhandontheChristian’scrossandtheangel’scrown. IshallexpectyourcleardecisionwhenIreturnthisdayfortnight.Meantime,watchandpraythatyouenternotintotemptation:thespirit,Itrust,iswilling,buttheflesh,Isee,isweak.Ishallprayforyouhourly.—Yours,St.John." 

           "Myspirit,"Iansweredmentally,"iswillingtodowhatisright;andmyflesh,Ihope,isstrongenoughtoaccomplishthewillofHeaven,whenoncethatwillisdistinctlyknowntome. Atanyrate,itshallbestrongenoughtosearch—inquire—togropeanoutletfromthiscloudofdoubt,andfindtheopendayofcertainty." 

           ItwasthefirstofJune;yetthemorningwasovercastandchilly:rainbeatfastonmycasement.Iheardthefront-dooropen,andSt.Johnpassout. Lookingthroughthewindow,Isawhimtraversethegarden. HetookthewayoverthemistymoorsinthedirectionofWhitcross—therehewouldmeetthecoach. 

           "InafewmorehoursIshallsucceedyouinthattrack,cousin,"thoughtI:"ItoohaveacoachtomeetatWhitcross. 

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