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"I should have first to know what you really suppose."
She shook her head. "It would n't do. You would be horrified to learn
even the things I imagine about myself, and shocked at the knowledge of
evil displayed in my very mistakes."
"Well, then," said Rowland, "I will ask no questions. But, at a venture,
I promise you to catch you some day in the act of doing something very
good."
"Can it be, can it be," she asked, "that you too are trying to flatter
me? I thought you and I had fallen, from the first, into rather a
truth-speaking vein."
"Oh, I have not abandoned it!" said Rowland; and he determined, since he
had the credit of homely directness, to push his advantage farther. The
opportunity seemed excellent. But while he was hesitating as to just how
to begin, the young girl said, bending forward and clasping her hands in
her lap, "Please tell me about your religion."
"Tell you about it? I can't!" said Rowland, with a good deal of
emphasis.
She flushed a little. "Is it such a mighty mystery it cannot be put into
words, nor communicated to my base ears?"
"It is simply a sentiment that makes part of my life, and I can't detach
myself from it sufficiently to talk about it.
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