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UNOPENED 1ARCELS. 133 "'We read the Scriptures quite differently,' I observed, quietly. 'When it tells us scarlet sins shall be white as snow, I don't expect a pink stain to remain. You do. I believe the truth of the assurance, though it is spoken metaphor-wise. You do not. I even choose to apply another text to the same subject. Though ye have lien among the pots, yet ye shall be as the wings of a dove that is covered with silver wings and her feathers like gold."' "'It won't do,' he murmured, moving his head uneasily, but not looking up. "'It will not do for you to call yourself my friend on these terms,' cried I warmly. 'If you had committed murder, I could understand it ; but here for some trumpery nonsense or other you are shutting me out from confidence and yourself from comfort.' 'You don't know that it is nonsense,' said he. "' It is time I knew the truth,' I answered. "'You would despise me as much as I despise myself,' he objected. If you despise yourself,' cried I vehemently