The abolitionists have never given
us Southerners any answer to this."
"No," said she. "I can not give you any answer. For myself, I
have found that faith."
"You would endure much for your convictions?" he demanded suddenly.
"Very much, Sir."
"Suffer martyrdom?"
"Perhaps I have done so."
"Would you suffer more? You undertake the conversion of a sinner
like myself?"
The flame of his eye caught hers in spite of herself. A little
flush came into her cheek.
"Tell me," he demanded imperiously, "on what terms?"
"You do not play the game. You would ask me to preach to you--but
you would come to see the revival, not to listen to grace. It
isn't playing the game."
"But you're seeking converts?"
"I would despise no man in the world so much as a hypocrite, a
turn-coat! You can't purchase faith in the market place, not any
more than--"
"Any more than you can purchase love? But I've been wanting not
the sermon, but the preacher. You! You! Yes, it is the truth.
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