Quiet Talks on John's Gospel by S. D. (Samuel Dickey) Gordon
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spoke not of what she felt. She simply said, with that quietness which
grows out of strong self-control: "It's a bit late the night, Laddie, I'm thinking, to be talking about new plans." And he said softly, "Forgive me, mother: it is late, I forgot." And he showed her to her sleeping apartment. "And where do you sleep, Laddie?" "Right here, mother, this first door on the left. Be sure to call me if you need anything." And he bade her a tender "good-night," and went back to his study to do some more thinking and planning. And very late he came up to his sleeping-chamber. And he was just cuddling his head into the soft pillow for the night, when the door opened, so softly, and in there came a little body in simple white night garb, with a quaint old-fashioned nightcap on, candle in hand. She came in very softly. And he started up. "Mother, are you ill? What's the matter?" And she came over very quietly, and put down the candle on the table before she answered. And then softly: "No, no, Laddie, I'm not ill. I just came to tuck you in for the night as I used to do at home. ... Lie still, my Laddie." And she tucked the clothes about his neck, and smoothed his hair, and |
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