Then would such a quiescence pervade Hester’s spirit, such a sweet spiritual sleep creep over her, that nothing seemed required of her but to live—mere existence was conscious wellbeing. On and off, however, she would he haunted with a vague sense of guilt at enjoying the leisure, but then faith would rouse itself and say: “But God will take care of you in this thing, too. You do not have to watch lest he should forget, only be ready when he gives the lightest call. You have to keep listening.”
