Humphrey pressed Julian's hand, feeling vaguely comforted by his
words, although he could not enter fully into their significance.

To Charles Julian said:

"'We must remember, even in our righteous wrath, that God has said
He is the avenger. We can trust our wrongs in His hands. He will
use us as His instruments if He thinks good. But let us beware of
private acts of vengeance of our own planning. We must not forget
the reverse of the picture--the mercy as well as the anger of God.
We must not take things out of His hands into our own, lest we
stumble and fall. We have a commandment to love our enemies, and to
do good to those that hate us."

Charles looked fixedly at him.

"I have not forgotten," he said, in his strange, slow way; "I was
brought up amongst those who refuse the sword, calling themselves
servants of the Prince of Peace. We shall see which the Lord will
have--peace or war. Do you think He desires to see a repetition of
such scenes as that?"

Charles pointed sternly to the ruined homestead--the grave beside
it, and his gloomy eyes looked straight into those of Julian; but
he did not even wait for an answer, but plunged along the forest
track in an easterly direction.

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