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"Oh, no, nor I!" I said; "but this is necessary, Mr. Thorold."
"Prove it — come."
"You do not see the orders," I said; "but there they are. 'Do
all in the name of the Lord Jesus.' I cannot go to that place
'in His name.' "
"I do not think I understand what you mean," he said, gently.
"A soldier, the best that ever lived, is his own man when he
is off duty. We go to the hop to play — not to work."
"Ah, but a soldier of Christ is never 'off duty,' " I said.
"See, Mr. Thorold — '_whatsoever_ ye do' — 'whether ye eat or
drink or whatsoever ye do' — That covers all; don't you see?"
"That would make it a very heavy thing to be a Christian," he
said; "there would be no liberty at all."
"Oh, but it is all liberty!" I said. — "When you love Jesus."
He looked at me so enquiringly, so inquisitively, that I went
on.
"You do not think it hard to do things for anybody you love?"
"No," said he. "I would like to do things for you."
I remember I smiled at that, for it seemed to me very pleasant
to hear him say it; but I went on.
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