The Little Minister by J. M. (James Matthew) Barrie
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hands this night. These are Thy people, and they have sinned; but
Thou art a merciful God, and they were sore tried, and knew not what they did. To Thee, our God, we turn for deliverance, for without Thee we are lost." The little minister's prayer was heard all round the square, and many weapons were dropped as an Amen to it. "If you fight," cried Gavin, brightening as he heard the clatter of the iron on the stones, "your wives and children may be shot in the streets. These soldiers have come for a dozen of you; will you be benefited if they take away a hundred?" "Oh, hearken to him," cried many women. "I winna," answered a man, "for I'm ane o' the dozen. Whaur's the Egyptian?" "Here." Gavin saw the crowd open, and the woman of Windy ghoul come out of it, and, while he should have denounced her, he only blinked, for once more her loveliness struck him full in the eyes. She was beside him on the stair before he became a minister again. "How dare you, woman?" he cried; but she flung a rowan berry at him. "If I were a man," she exclaimed, addressing the people, "I wouldna let myself be catched like a mouse in a trap." |
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