Was it conceivable that only one hour had
elapsed since she and her four-footed friend were flung all of a heap
into a corner by the impact of the vessel against the sand-bank? One
hour! Surely there was some mistake; she puzzled over the problem,
recounting each event since the conclusion of dinner, and finally
convinced herself that her recollection was not at fault. An hour--one
of eternity's hours! A verse of the 90th Psalm came to her mind:
"For a thousand years in Thy sight are but as yesterday when it is
past, and as a watch in the night."
The words had a new and solemn meaning to her. Yesterday was her
thousand years--this was her watch in the night--and it would pass as a
tale that is told. Involuntarily she turned to the bookcase behind
her, and took the Bible from the little library of books which she had
laughingly described as "a curious assortment." It was her intent to
find the psalm containing that awe-inspiring verse, and read the whole
of it, but, in turning over the leaves, she came upon a scrap of paper
with notes on it. The handwriting was scholarly and legible.
Pages:
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