All these years He has pursued me, urging me to confess--I have fought and struggled against it, but at last He has beaten me--He has driven me.
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Oh! the relief! the relief!" She looked at him curiously.
"If you did not know, why did I feel that you understood and sympathized?
Have you no horror of me now ?" For answer, he bent and kissed her cheek.
"I too am very lonely.

I too know what God can do." Then she clung to him as though she would never let him leave her..