If Our Man had been started different, if he'd started in
the path where God A'mighty dropped him, and not in the path Luke
Claridge chose, would he have been in Egypt to-day wearing out his life?
He's not making carpets there, he's only beating them."
The homely illustration drawn from the business in which he had been
interested so many years went home to Claridge's mind. He shrank back,
and sat rigid, his brows drawing over the eyes, till they seemed sunk in
caverns of the head. Suddenly Soolsby's voice rose angrily. Luke Claridge
seemed so remorseless and unyielding, so set in his vanity and self-will!
Soolsby misread the rigid look in the face, the pale sternness. He did
not know that there had suddenly come upon Luke Claridge the full
consciousness of an agonising truth--that all he had done where David was
concerned had been a mistake. The hard look, the sternness, were the
signals of a soul challenging itself.
"Ay, you've had your own will," cried Soolsby mercilessly. "You've said
to God A'mighty that He wasn't able to work out to a good end what He'd
let happen; and so you'd do His work for Him.
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