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and influence. That high spirituality. That beautiful voice. And quoting always such soothing things. ā€œBrethren now are we the children of God. And it doth not yet appear what we shall be; but we know that when He shall appear we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is. And every man that has this hope in him purifieth himself even as He is pure.ā€

ā€œHereby know that we dwell in Him and He in us, because He hath given us of His spirit.ā€

ā€œFor ye are bought with a price.ā€

ā€œOf His own will begot He us with the word of truth, and we should be a kind of first fruits of His creatures. And every good and every perfect gift is from above and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.ā€

ā€œDraw nigh unto God and He will draw nigh unto you.ā€

He was inclined, at times, to feel that there might be peace and strengthā ā€”aid, evenā ā€”who could say, in appealing to this power. It was the force and the earnestness of the Rev. McMillan operating upon him.

And yet, the question of repentanceā ā€”and with it confession. But to whom? The Rev. Duncan McMillan, of course. He seemed to feel that it was necessary for Clyde to purge his soul to himā ā€”or someone like himā ā€”a material and yet spiritual emissary of God. But just there was the trouble. For there was all of that false testimony he had given in the trial, yet on which had been based his appeal. To go back on that now, and when his appeal was pending. Better wait, had he not, until he saw how that appeal had eventuated.

But, ah, how shabby, false, fleeting, insincere. To imagine that any God would bother with a person who sought to dicker in such a way. No, no. That was not right either. What would the Rev. McMillan think of him if he knew what he was thinking?

But again there was the troubling question in his own mind as to his real guiltā ā€”the amount of it. True there was no doubt that he had plotted to kill Roberta there at firstā ā€”a most dreadful thing as he now saw it. For the complications and the fever in connection with his desire for Sondra having subsided somewhat, it was possible on occasion now for him to reason without the desperate sting and tang of the mental state that had characterized him at the time when he was so immediately in touch with her. Those terrible, troubled days when in spite of himselfā ā€”as he now understood it (Belknapā€™s argument having cleared it up for him) he had burned with that wild fever which was not unakin in its manifestations to a form of insanity. The beautiful Sondra! The glorious Sondra! The witchery and fire of her smile then! Even now that dreadful fever was not entirely out but only smolderingā ā€”smothered by all of the dreadful things that had since happened to him.

Also, it must be said on his behalf now, must it notā ā€”that never, under any other circumstances, would he have succumbed to any such terrible thought or plot as thatā ā€”to kill anyoneā ā€”let alone a girl like Robertaā ā€”unless he had been so infatuatedā ā€”lunatic, even. But had not the jury there at Bridgeburg listened to that plea with contempt? And would the Court of Appeals think differently? He feared not. And yet was it not true? Or was he all wrong? Or what? Could the Rev. McMillan or anyone else to whom he would explain tell him as to that? He would like to talk to him about itā ā€”confess everything perhaps, in order to get himself clear on all this. Further, there was the fact that having plotted for Sondraā€™s sake (and God, if no one else, knew that) he still had not been able to execute it. And that had not been brought out in the trial, because the false form of defense used permitted no explanation of the real truth thenā ā€”and yet it was a mitigating circumstance, was it notā ā€”or would the Rev. McMillan think so? A lie had to be used, as Jephson saw it. But did that make it any the less true?

There were phases of this thing, the tangles and doubts involved in that dark, savage plot of his, as he now saw and brooded on it, which were not so easily to be disposed of. Perhaps the two worst were, first, that in bringing Roberta there to that point on that lakeā ā€”that lone spotā ā€”and then growing so weak and furious with himself because of his own incapacity to do evil, he had frightened her into rising and trying to come to him. And that in the first instance made it possible for her to be thus accidentally struck by him and so made him, in part at least, guilty of that blowā ā€”or did it?ā ā€”a murderous, sinful blow in that sense. Maybe. What would the Rev. McMillan say to that? And since because of that she had fallen into the water, was he not guilty of her falling? It was a thought that troubled him very much nowā ā€”his constructive share of guilt in all that. Regardless of what Oberwaltzer had said there at the trial in regard to his swimming away from herā ā€”that if she had accidentally fallen in the water, it was no crime on his part, supposing he refused to rescue herā ā€”still, as he now saw it, and especially when taken in connection with all that he had thought in regard to Roberta up to that moment, it was a crime just the same, was it not? Wouldnā€™t Godā ā€”McMillanā ā€”think so? And unquestionably, as Mason had so shrewdly pointed out at the trial, he might have saved her. And would have too, no doubt, if she had been Sondraā ā€”or even the Roberta of the summer before. Besides, the fear of her dragging him down had been no decent fear. (It was at nights in his bunk

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