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not warm, nor tears move him. No happy reconciliation was to be had
with him- no cheering smile or generous word: but still the
Christian was patient and placid; and when I asked him if he forgave
me, he answered that he was not in the habit of cherishing the
remembrance of vexation; that he had nothing to forgive, not having
been offended.
And with that answer he left me. I would much rather he had knocked
me down.
HE did not leave for Cambridge the next day, as he had said he
would. He deferred his departure a whole week, and during that time he
made me feel what severe punishment a good yet stern, a
conscientious yet implacable man can inflict on one who has offended
him. Without one overt act of hostility, one upbraiding word he
contrived to impress me momently with the conviction that I was put
beyond the pale of his favour.
Not that St. John harboured a spirit of unchristian vindictiveness-