And
what had been her thoughts during those long hours and days and years?
Virgilia's face was not streaming with tears, as her father had
expected to see her. In fact, her eyes glowed with softness and
beauty. Yet there was a set look about her mouth which the lawyer knew
by past experience meant wilfulness.
The sympathy which had caused his heart to grow tender, vanished at
sight of this radiant young being as beautiful as a goddess who bathes
her face in the early morning dew, with the stubborn mouth.
Claudia was right. Something effectual must be done to bring this
lovely culprit to her senses.
"Thou hast grieved thy mother very much by thy disobedience and
irreverence," he said, coldly.
"I am truly sorry, dear father. For that I am truly sorry. But, thou
seest, I could not help it. It is wrong to offer flowers and prayers
to the gods."
"To whom then wouldst thou offer them?"
"We should bow only to the true God."
"And he? Who is he? Where is he?"
"He is the one invisible and mighty, the God of Heaven and of all
men.
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