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o help。
〃Dear Bishop and Teacher； I want to help tremendouslywith all my heart and all my soul。 I want to be let do things for you。〃 （The 〃you〃 was erased by three or four rapid slashes； and 〃our King〃 substituted。） 〃I want to be privileged to help build that First Church of the World Unified under God。 It is a dreadful thing to says but； you see； I am very rich； this dreadful war has made me ever so much richersteel and shipping and thingsit is my trustees have done it。 I am ashamed to be so rich。 I want to give。 I want to give and help this great beginning of yours。 I want you to let me help on the temporal side； to make it easy for you to stand forth and deliver your message； amidst suitable surroundings and without any horrid worries on account of the sacrifices you have made。 Please do not turn my offering aside。 I have never wanted anything so much in all my life as I want to make this gift。 Unless I can make it I feel that for me there is no salvation！ I shall stick with my loads and loads of stocks and shares and horrid possessions outside the Needle's Eye。 But if I could build a temple for God； and just live somewhere near it so as to be the poor woman who sweeps out the chapels； and die perhaps and be buried under its floor！ Don't smile at me。 I mean every word of it。 Years ago I thought of such a thing。 After I had visited the Certosa di Pavia do you know it？ So beautiful； and those two still alabaster figuresrecumbent。 But until now I could never see my way to any such service。 Now I do。 I am all afire to do it。 Help me！ Tell me！ Let me stand behind you and make your mission possible。 I feel I have come to the most wonderful phase in my life。 I feel my call has come。。。。
〃I have written this letter over three times； and torn each of them up。 I do so want to say all this； and it is so desperately hard to say。 I am full of fears that you despise me。 I know there is a sort of high colour about me。 My passion for brightness。 I am absurd。 But inside of me is a soul； a real； living； breathing soul。 Crying out to you： 'Oh； let me help！ Let me help！' I will do anything； I will endure anything if only I can keep hold of the vision splendid you gave me in the cathedral。 I see it now day and night； the dream of the place I can make for youand you preaching！ My fingers itch to begin。 The day before yesterday I said to myself； 'I am quite unworthy； I am a worldly woman； a rich； smart； decorated woman。 He will never accept me as I am。' I took off all my jewels； every one； I looked through all my clothes； and at last I decided I would have made for me a very simple straight grey dress； just simple and straight and grey。 Perhaps you will think that too is absurd of me； too self…conscious。 I would not tell of it to you if I did not want you to understand how alive I am to my utter impossibilities； how resolved I am to do anything so that I may be able to serve。 But never mind about silly me； let me tell you how I see the new church。
〃I think you ought to have some place near the centre of London； not too west； for you might easily become fashionable； not too east because you might easily be swallowed up in merely philanthropic work； but somewhere between the two。 There must be vacant sites still to be got round about Kingsway。 And there we must set up your tabernacle； a very plain； very simple； very beautifully proportioned building in which you can give your message。 I know a young man； just the very young man to do something of the sort； something quite new； quite modern； and yet solemn and serious。 Lady Ella seemed to think you wanted to live somewhere in the north…west of Londonbut she would tell me very little。 I seem to see you not there at all； not in anything between west…end and suburb； but yourself as central as your mind； in a kind of clergy house that will be part of the building。 That is how it is in my dream anyhow。 All that though can be settled afterwards。 My imagination and my desire is running away with me。 It is no time yet for premature plans。 Not that I am not planning day and night。 This letter is simply to offer。 I just want to offer。 Here I am and all my worldly goods。 Take me； I pray you。 And not only pray you。 Take me； I demand of you； in the name of God our king。 I have a right to be used。 And you have no right to refuse me。 You have to go on with your message； and it is your duty to take mejust as you are obliged to step on any steppingstone that lies on your way to do God service。。。。 And so I am waiting。 I shall be waitingon thorns。 I know you will take your time and think。 But do not take too much time。 Think of me waiting。
〃Your servant； your most humble helper in God （your God）；
〃AGATHA SUNDERBUND。〃
And then scrawled along the margin of the last sheet：
〃If； when you knowa telegram。 Even if you cannot say so much as 'Agreed；' still such a word as 'Favourable。' I just hang over the Void until I hear。
〃AGATHA S。〃
A letter demanding enormous deliberation。 She argued closely in spite of her italics。 It had never dawned upon the bishop before how light is the servitude of the disciple in comparison with the servitude of the master。 In many ways this proposal repelled and troubled him； in many ways it attracted him。 And the argument of his clear obligation to accept her co…operation gripped him； it was a good argument。
And besides it worked in very conveniently with certain other difficulties that perplexed him。
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The bishop became aware that Eleanor was returning to him across the sands。 She had made an end to her paddling； she had put on her shoes and stockings and become once more the grave and responsible young woman who had been taking care of him since his flight from Princhester。 He replaced the two letters in his pocket； and sat ready to smile as she drew near； he admired her open brow； the toss of her hair； and the poise of her head upon her neck。 It was good to note that her hard reading at Cambridge hadn't bent her shoulders in the least。。。。
〃Well； old Dad！ 〃 she said as she drew near。 〃You've got back a colour。〃
〃I've got back everything。 It's time I returned to Princhester。〃
〃Not in this weather。 Not for a day or so。〃 She flung herself at his feet。 〃Consider your overworked little daughter。 Oh；how good this is！〃
〃No；〃 said the bishop in a grave tone that made her look up into his face。 〃I must go hack。〃
He met her clear gaze。 〃What do you think of all this business； Eleanor？〃 he asked abruptly。 〃Do you think I had a sort of fit in the cathedral？〃
He winced as he asked the question。
〃Daddy；〃 she said； after a little pause； 〃the things you said and did that afternoon were the noblest you ever did in your life。 I wish I had been there。 It must have been splendid to be there。 I've not told you beforeI've been dying to。。。。 I'd promised not to say a wordnot to remind you。 I promised the doctor。 But now you ask me； now you are well again； I can tell you。 Kitty Kingdom has told me all about it； how it felt。 It was like light and order coming into a hopeless dark muddle。 What you said was like what we have all been trying to thinkI mean all of us young people。 Suddenly i