10/15 It is sweet, pure, beautiful, the face of a good, true woman. Living or dead, it must be the prayer of those lips that you become a good woman also. She should lead you, not I, for I am unworthy. For her sake, and in her name, I ask you to go back to Mrs.Herndon." He could perceive the gathering tears in her eyes, and his hand closed tightly about her own. It was not one soul alone that struggled. |