John, 'He brought him to Jesus,' I think of that night. I
do not think that Peter and Andrew felt the Lord Jesus more near them in
the booth by the side of the Jordan than we felt Him in that little room
in Runswick Bay.
I know He was there, and I know something more--I know that I came to
Him. And I know that that night, before we rose from our knees, I
crossed the line, and I was able henceforth to take my place amongst the
glad, thankful people who can say, humbly and yet confidently, 'We know
that we have passed from death unto life.'
Chapter VIII
A NIGHT OF STORM
It was late when I got back to my lodging, and I walked like one in a
dream. Polly opened the door, and she seemed troubled about the child.
Little John was evidently in pain, for I heard him moaning as I went
upstairs.
'I should get a doctor, Polly,' I said.
'So Duncan says, sir; we shall have to send for him in the morning if
he's no better.'
I slept calmly and peacefully, and I woke up to feel that I was
beginning an entirely new life.
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