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"He comprends pas,"* said the interpreter. "L'agrement she was mak wit de fadder of hees fadder."
Wrenford held to his purpose, unsuspected and unaided, with as much tenacity as Abbie held to hers.
"Aw, I am awfully pleased to meet you, sir," he said, with a perplexed and bewildered expression on his face.
"How oblivious the mineral kingdom is to the life of the world above it, and the vegetable kingdom to that of the animal. How much more so the man or woman having a mere physical existence to the life of the spiritual. They have not the faculty of comprehending its joys or its privileges any more than a stone can appreciate a flower, or a flower appreciate science or art. My heart yearns with unutterable pity for anyone to whom Christ and the things of the spiritual world are not a reality."
Abbie looked puzzled, but made no response. "Tell us something about your experiences on the way down," she said, addressing her brother, whom she had seen but once since his arrival.
There came a time early in the life of Rug, the Chief's youngest son, when love of adventure gave way to a deeper, holier love. One beatific vision was ever before him鈥攖he vision of a beautiful girl just budding into womanhood.