There are many precious things which remain always secrets to those who
do not deserve to know them. For instance, tyrants know nothing of the
animating and delicious reaction which they cause in the souls of their
victims. The cheerfulness, sweetness and joy of their victims has ever
been, and will ever be, a perplexity to oppressors. It was so now to
Mr Ruthven, after an act of tyranny perpetrated, as most acts of
tyranny are, under a mistaken, an ignorant and arrogant sense of duty.
Not only did the widow stand up with others for the closing psalm--her
voice was the firmest, sweetest, clearest in the assembly--so sweet and
clear that it came back even upon her own ear with a sort of surprise.
As for others, all were more or less moved. But their emotion had the
common effect of making them draw back from the object of it. After the
service, nobody spoke to Annie. She heeded this but little, absorbed as
she was in thankfulness in finding that the privileges of God's house
were not disturbed--that her relation to Him and her rights of worship
were not touched by any fallibility in His minister. As she reached the
entrance of the churchyard, Macdonald overtook her, and made her use his
arm for the descent of the irregular steps. A few words from Helsa had
put him in possession of the case. He desired the widow not to think
for a moment of leaving her house. Everybody wished to do what could be
done to reconcile the stranger lady to her abode in the island; but
there was a point beyond which he was sure Sir Alexander would not
permit encroachment. His advice was to serve and please her in small
affairs, and leave it to Sir Alexander to deal with her in such an
important one as her having a house to herself. Annie smiled, and said
this was exactly her plan.
That evening was, to the inhabitants of the island, the most memorable
one of the year--of the generation--of the century. This was not fully
known at the time. The most memorable days often appear just like other
days till they are past; and though there was some excitement and bustle
this evening, no one on the island saw the full meaning of what was
before his eyes.
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