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hours now. How sweet of you to come! You must be tired, in this heat. It was dreadful to spoil your holiday.'
`My dear! As if ... May I go up and see him?'
George Laird was still lying in that stupor. And Pierson stood gazing down at him compassionately. Like most parsons, he had a wide acquaintance with the sick and dying; and one remorseless fellowship with death. Deathl The commonest thing in the world, now-commoner than life l This young doctor must have seen many die in these last two years, saved many from death; and there he lay, not able to lift a finger to save himself. Pierson looked at his daughter; what a strong, promising young couple they were l And putting his arm round her, he led her away to the sofa, whence they could see the sick man.
`If he dies, Dad ...' she whispered.
`He will have died for the Country, my love, as much as ever our soldiers do.'
`I know; but that's no comfort. I've been watching here
all day; I've been thinking; men will be just as brutal after
wards-more brutal. The world will go on the same.' `We must hope not. Shall we pray, Gracie?' Gratian shook her head.
`If I could believe that the world-if I could believe anything! I've lost the power, Dad; I don't even believe in a future life. If George dies, we shall never meet again.'
Pierson stared at her without a word.
Gratian went on: `The last time we talked, I was angry with George because he laughed at my belief; now that I really want belief, I feel that he was right.'
Pierson said tremulously: `No, no, my dear; it's only that you're overwrought. God in His mercy will give you back belief.'
`There is no God, Dad.'
`My darling child, what are you saying?'
`No God who can help us; I feel it. If there were any

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