"Oh, St. John!" I cried, "have some mercy!"
I appealed to one who, in the discharge of what he believed
his duty, knew neither mercy nor remorse. He continued -
"God and nature intended you for a missionary's wife. It is
not personal, but mental endowments they have given you: you are
formed for labour, not for love. A missionary's wife you must --
shall be. You shall be mine: I claim you -- not for my pleasure,
but for my Sovereign's service."
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