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Then Dr Lavendar began to plead

It was a long struggle Sometimes it really seemed as if, as the

senior warden had said, he "could not" do it; as if it were a physical

ie a habit of thought

which has endured for thirty-two years involves a physical as well as

a spiritual effort, which ht's

face hite; twice he wiped the perspiration froonized tone, "I cannot do it; I

cannot"

"Samuel, your father is very old; he is very feeble; but he has had

the strength to take the first step Haven't you the strength to take

the second? Will you carry your wicked quarrel to his grave? No, Sam,

no! I am sure you won't"

An hour later, when Dr Lavendar sat down to a dinner of more than

ordinary Sunday coldness, his old face inkling with pleasure

Saht to The Top! Perhaps as

the still afternoon softened into dusk his joy began to cast a shadow

of apprehension If so, he refused to notice it It was the Lord's