Christian fiction; Wingfold, Thomas (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
love thee?--No one, I answered, man, woman, or child.--Then will I go
with thee, for I know neither father nor mother, and no one hath power
over me, for I keep goats on the mountains for wages, and if thou wilt
but give me bread to eat I will serve thee. And a great love arose in my
heart to the maiden. And I left her in the cave, and went to the nearest
city, and returned thence with garments and victuals. And I loved the
maiden greatly. And although my age was then marvellous being over
and above a thousand and seven hundred years, yet found she my person
neither pitiful nor uncomely, for I was still in body even such as when
the Lord Jesus spake the word of my doom. And the damsel loved me, and
was mine. And she was as the apple of mine eye. And the world was no
more unto me as a desert, but it blossomed as the rose of Sharon. And
although I knew every city upon it, and every highway and navigable
sea, yet did all become to me fresh and new because of the joy which the
damsel had in beholding its kingdoms and the glories thereof.
“‘And it came to pass that my heart grew proud within me, and I said to
myself that I was all-superior to other men, for Death could not touch
me; that I was a marvel upon the face of the world; and in this yet more
above all men that had ever lived, that at such an age as mine I could
yet gain the love, yea, the absolute devotion, of such an one as my
wife, who never wearied of my company and conversation. So I took to me
even the free grace of love as my merit unto pride, and laid it not to
the great gift of God and the tenderness of the heart of my beloved.
Like Satan in Heaven I was uplifted in the strength and worthiness and
honour of my demon-self, and my pride went not forth in thanks, for I
gloried not in my God, but in Ahasuerus. Then the thought smote me
like an arrow of lightning: She will die, and thou shalt
live--live--live--and as he hath delayed, so will he yet delay his
coming. And as Satan from the seventh heaven, I fell prone.
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