I could not look up to that clear white light where God
dwells, and feel at all that I was "walking in the light as He
is in the light." Clearly Daisy Randolph was out of the way.
And I went on with bitterness of heart to the next words — "Ye
_were_ sometime darkness, but now are ye light in the Lord; walk
as children of light."
And what then? was I to pass by quietly the insolence of St.
Clair? was I to take it quite quietly, and give no sign even
of annoyance? take no means of showing my displeasure, or of
putting a stop to the naughtiness that called it forth? My
mind put these questions impatiently, and still, as it did so,
an answer came from somewhere, — "Walk as children of light."
I _knew_ that children of light would reprove darkness only with
light; and a struggle began. Other words came into my head
then, which made the matter only clearer. "If any man smite
thee on the one cheek, turn to him the other." "Love your
enemies." Ah, but how could I? with what should I put out this
fire kindled in my heart, which seemed only to burn the
fiercer whatever I threw upon it? And then, other words still
came sweeping upon me with their sweetness, and I remembered
who had said, "I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee.
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