| Garden of the Heart |
Chapter 4 |
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There was a moment of silence, and then the minister asked: “Gwen, did it hurt you when they put on the plaster jacket?”
“It was awful,” she answered. “They had to straighten me out, you know.”
What a pity your father was not there!” said the minister.
“Why, he was there.”
“What a cruel shame! Doesn’t he care for you any more?”
“Of course he does.”
“Why didn’t he stop the doctors from hurting you so cruelly?”
“Why, he let the doctors. It is going to help me to sit up and perhaps to walk about a little,” answered Gwen with eyes wide open.
“Oh, then they didn’t do it just for fun, or for nothing,” said the young man. “I mean that your father loves you though he let you be hurt; or rather, he let the doctors hurt you because he loved you and wanted to make you better.”
Gwen kept her eyes with curious earnestness upon the minister’s face until the light began to dawn in hers. “Do you mean,”” she said shortly, “that though God let me fall, He loves me?”
The minister nodded.
“I wonder if that can be true,” she said, as if to herself.
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