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direction； the voice that told her to go to Hetty seemed no stronger
that the other voice which said that Hetty was weary； and that
going to her now in an unseasonable moment would only tend to
close her heart more obstinately。 Dinah was not satisfied without a
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more unmistakable guidance than those inward voices。 There was
light enough for her； if she opened her Bible； to discern the text
sufficiently to know what it would say to her。 She knew the
physiognomy of every page； and could tell on what book she
opened； sometimes on what chapter； without seeing title or
number。 It was a small thick Bible； worn quite round at the edges。
Dinah laid it sideways on the window ledge； where the light was
strongest； and then opened it with her forefinger。 The first words
she looked at were those at the top of the left…hand page： “And
they all wept sore； and fell on Paul’s neck and kissed him。” That
was enough for Dinah； she had opened on that memorable parting
at Ephesus； when Paul had felt bound to open his heart in a last
exhortation and warning。 She hesitated no longer； but； opening
her own door gently； went and tapped on Hetty’s。 We know she
had to tap twice； because Hetty had to put out her candles and
throw off her black lace scarf； but after the second tap the door
was opened immediately。 Dinah said； “Will you let me come in；
Hetty？” and Hetty； without speaking； for she was confused and
vexed； opened the door wider and let her in。
What a strange contrast the two figures made； visible enough in
that mingled twilight and moonlight！ Hetty； her cheeks flushed
and her eyes glistening from her imaginary drama； her beautiful
neck and arms bare； her hair hanging in a curly tangle down her
back； and the baubles in her ears。 Dinah； covered with her long
white dress； her pale face full of subdued emotion； almost like a
lovely corpse into which the soul has returned charged with
sublimer secrets and a sublimer love。 They were nearly of the
same height； Dinah evidently a little the taller as she put her arm
round Hetty’s waist and kissed her forehead。
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“I knew you were not in bed； my dear；” she said； in her sweet
clear voice； which was irritating to Hetty； mingling with her own
peevish vexation like music with jangling chains； “for I heard you
moving； and I longed to speak to you again to…night； for it is the
last but one that I shall be here； and we don’t know what may
happen to…morrow to keep us apart。 Shall I sit down with you
while you do up your hair？”
“Oh yes；” said Hetty； hastily turning round and reaching the
second chair in the room； glad that Dinah looked as if she did not
notice her ear…rings。
Dinah sat down； and Hetty began to brush together her hair
before twisting it up； doing it with that air of excessive indifference
which belongs to confused self…consciousness。 But the expression
of Dinah’s eyes gradually relieved her； they seemed unobservant
of all details。
“Dear Hetty；” she said； “It has been borne in upon my mind to…
night that you may some day be in trouble—trouble is appointed
for us all here below； and there comes a time when we need more
comfort and help than the things of this life can give。 I want to tell
you that if ever you are in trouble； and need a friend that will
always feel for you and love you； you have got that friend in Dinah
Morris at Snowfield； and if you come to her； or send for her； she’ll
never forget this night and the words she is speaking to you now。
Will you remember it； Hetty？”
“Yes；” said Hetty； rather frightened。 “But why should you think
I shall be in trouble？ Do you know of anything？”
Hetty had seated herself as she tied on her cap； and now Dinah
leaned forwards and took her hands as she answered； “Because；
dear； trouble comes to us all in this life： we set our hearts on things
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which it isn’t God’s will for us to have； and then we go sorrowing；
the people we love are taken from us； and we can joy in nothing
because they are not with us； sickness comes； and we faint under
the burden of our feeble bodies； we go astray and do wrong； and
bring ourselves into trouble with our fellow…men。 There is no man
or woman born into this world to whom some of these trials do not
fall； and so I feel that some of them must happen to you； and I
desire for you； that while you are young you should seek for
strength from your Heavenly Father； that you may have a support
which will not fail you in the evil day。”
Dinah paused and released Hetty’s hands that she might not
hinder her。 Hetty sat quite still； she felt no response within herself
to Dinah’s anxious affection； but Dinah’s words uttered with
solemn pathetic distinctness； affected her with a chill fear。 Her
flush had died away almost to paleness； she had the timidity of a
luxurious pleasure…seeking nature； which shrinks from the hint of
pain。 Dinah saw the effect； and her tender anxious pleading
became the more earnest； till Hetty； full of a vague fear that
something evil was some time to befall her； began to cry。
It is our habit to say that while the lower nature can never
understand the higher； the higher nature commands a complete
view of the lower。 But I think the higher nature has to learn this
comprehension； as we learn the art of vision； by a good deal of
hard experience； often with bruises and gashes incurred in taking
things up by the wrong end； and fancying our space wider than it
is。 Dinah had never seen Hetty affected in this way before； and；
with her usual benignant hopefulness； she trusted it was the
stirring of a divine impulse。 She kissed the sobbing thing； and
began to cry with her for grateful joy。 But Hetty was simply in that
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excitable state of mind in which there is no calculating what turn
the feelings may take from one moment to another； and for the
first time she became irritated under Dinah’s caress。 She pushed
her away impatiently； and said； with a childish sobbing voice；
“Don’t talk to me so； Dinah。 Why do you come to frighten me？ I’ve
never done anything to you。 Why can’t you let me be？”
Poor Dinah felt a pang。 She was too wise to persist； and only
said mildly； “Yes； my dear； you’re tired； I won’t hinder you any
longer。 Make haste and get into bed。 Good…night。”
She went out of the room almost as quietly and quickly as if she
had been a ghost； but once by the side of her own bed； she threw
herself on her knees and poured out in deep silence all the
passionate pity that filled her heart。
As for Hetty； she was soon in the wood again—her waking
dreams being merged in a sleeping life scarcely more fragmentary
and confused。
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