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munion. You used to believe that that made you a partaker of God; well, we are all partakers of God, because we are human beings. Don't you see that Christianity is only one way of saying all that? I dare say it was the only way, for a time; but that is all over now. Oh! and how much better this is! It is true--true. You can see it to be true!" She paused a moment, forcing herself to look at that piteous old face, the flushed wrinkled cheeks, the writhing knotted hands on the coverlet. "Look how Christianity has failed--how it has divided people; think of all the cruelties--the Inquisition, the Religious Wars; the separations between husband and wife and parents and children--the disobedience to the State, the treasons. Oh! you cannot believe that these were right. What kind of a God would that be! And then Hell; how could you ever have believed in that?... Oh! mother, don't believe anything so frightful.... Don't you understand that that God has gone--that He never existed at all--that it was all a hideous nightmare; and that now we all know at last what the truth is.... Mother! think of what happened last night--how He came--the Man of whom you were so frightened. I told you what He was like--so quiet and strong--how every one was silent--of the--the extraordinary atmosphere, and how six millions of people saw Him. And think what He has done--how He has healed all the old wounds--how the whole world is at peace at last--and of what is going to happen. Oh! mother, give up those horrible old lies; give them up; be brave." "The priest, the priest!" moaned the old woman at last. "Oh! no, no, no--not the priest; he can do nothing. He knows it's all lies, too!" "The priest! the priest!" moaned the other again. "He can tell you; he knows the answer." Her face was convulsed with effort, and her old fingers fumbled and twisted with the rosary. Mabel grew suddenly frightened, and stood up. "Oh! mother!" She stooped and kissed her. "There! I won't say any more now. But just think about it quietly. Don't be in the least afraid; it is all perfectly right." She stood a moment, still looking compassionately down; torn by sympathy and desire. No! it was no use now; she must wait till the next day. "I'll look in again presently," she said, "when you have had dinner. Mother! don't look like that! Kiss me!" It was astonishing, she told herself that evening, how any one could be so blind. And what a confession of we
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