Nearly an hour passed. There was no softening. Never before had I so learnt my own utter powerlessness to influence the soul of another. All the powers of darkness seemed leagued against my feebleness. There was but one hope left. I knelt down and poured out my heart in prayer that God the Holy Spirit would drive out the Evil Spirit, and take possession of that soul again. He would not kneel, but seemed somewhat touched. "You have been like a mother to me," he said. "If anybody could persuade another out of sin, you would persuade me. But it is done—past hope. I am going now, for ever, from my wife and Beckenham, and from you, and from my God."

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