The hands pointed to six minutes past. Joan took off her hat
and laid it aside.
She must think the whole thing over quietly.
CHAPTER XIV
She could help him. Without her, he would fail. The woman herself saw
that, and wished it. Why should she hesitate? It was not as if she had
only herself to consider. The fate--the happiness of millions was at
stake. He looked to her for aid--for guidance. It must have been
intended. All roads had led to it. Her going to the house. She
remembered now, it was the first door at which she had knocked. Her
footsteps had surely been directed. Her meeting with Mrs. Phillips in
Madge's rooms; and that invitation to dinner, coinciding with that crisis
in his life. It was she who had persuaded him to accept. But for her he
would have doubted, wavered, let his opportunities slip by. He had
confessed it to her.
And she had promised him. He needed her. The words she had spoken to
Madge, not dreaming then of their swift application. They came back to
her. "God has called me. He girded His sword upon me.
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