"
"I judged as God was leadin' me against this here evil-doer to destroy en."
"'Twas the devil misleadin' 'e an' takin' 'e along on his awn dance, till
God saw, an' sent death."
"Thanks to your prayin', I'll lay."
"Thanks to the mightiness of His mercy, Joe. 'Twas the God us worships, you
mind, not Him of the Luke Gosp'lers nor any other 'tall. Theer's awnly wan
real, livin' God; an' you left Him for a sham."
"An' I'm punished for't. Wheer should I turn now? I've thrawed awver your
manner o' worship an' I'm sick o' the Gosp'lers, for 'twas theer God as led
me to this an' brot all my trouble 'pon me. He caan't be no God worth
namin', else how should He a treated that poor limb, Michael Tregenza, same
as He has. That man had sweated for his God day an' night for fifty years.
An' see his reward."
"Come back, come back to the auld road again, Joe, an' leave the ways o'
God to God. The butivul, braave thing 'bout our road be that wance lost
'tedn' allus lost. You may get night-foundered by the way, yet wi' the
comin' o' light, theer's allus a chance to make up lost ground agin an'
keep gwaine on."
"A body must b'lieve in somethin', else he'm a rudderless vessel seemin'ly,
but wi' sich a flood of 'pinions 'bout the airth, how's wan sailorman to
knaw what be safe anchorage and what ban't?"
Mary argued with him in strenuous fashion and increased her vehemence as he
showed signs of yielding.
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