I should not
have made you care for me."
She did not seem to notice that he spoke of wrong. She said: "I was
yours, Galt, even from the beginning, I think, though I did not quite
know it. I remember what you read in church the first Sunday you came,
and it has always helped me; for I wanted to be good."
She paused and raised her eyes to his, and then with sweet solemnity she
said: "The words were:
"'The Lord God is my strength, and He will make my feet like hinds'
feet, and He will make me to walk upon mine high places.'"
"Ruth," he answered, "you have always walked on the high places. You have
never failed. And you are as safe as the nest of the eagle, a noble work
of God."
"No, I am not noble; but I should like to be so. Most women like
goodness. It is instinct with us, I suppose. We had rather be good than
evil, and when we love we can do good things; but we quiver like the
compass-needle between two poles. Oh, believe me! we are weak; but we are
loving."
"Your worst, Ruth, is as much higher than my best as the heaven is--"
"Galt, you hurt my fingers!" she interrupted.
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