I guess not . Mollie 's just a foolish young girl yet . Never mind -- come in . '' He followed her dejectedly in , and up the aisle to their pew in the center of the church . The building was warm and crowded . The pastor was reading the Bible lesson for the evening . In the choir , behind him , David Bell saw Mollie 's girlish face , tinged with a troubled seriousness . His own wind-ruddy face and bushy gray eyebrows worked convulsively with his inward throes . A sigh that was almost a groan burst from him . `` I 'll have to do it , '' he said to himself in agony . When several more hymns had been sung , and late arrivals began to pack the aisles , the evangelist arose . His style for the evening was the tender , the pleading , the solemn . He modulated his tones to marvelous sweetness , and sent them thrillingly over the breathless pews , entangling the hearts and souls of his listeners in a mesh of subtle emotion . Many of the women began to cry softly . Fervent amens broke from some of the members . When the evangelist sat down , after a closing appeal which , in its way , was a masterpiece , an audible sigh of relieved tension passed like a wave over the audience . After prayer the pastor made the usual request that , if any of those present wished to come out on the side of Christ , they would signify the wish by rising for a moment in their places . After a brief interval , a pale boy under the gallery rose , followed by an old man at the top of the church . A frightened , sweet-faced child of twelve got tremblingly upon her feet , and a dramatic thrill passed over the congregation when her mother suddenly stood up beside her . The evangelist 's `` Thank God '' was hearty and insistent .
David Bell looked almost imploringly at XXXXX ; but she kept her seat , with downcast eyes .
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