That was his thinking, and he was about to throw himself on his knees and bawl like a baby and beg forgiveness. When he said "yell," he knocked her back so far she stumbled down on the floor. When he said "love," he took her by the shoulders and gave her such a shake her hair broke right out of the bun she'd made of it, and fluttered around her head. When he said "preach," he shoved her harder, and she stumbled back. "Evil's in you so deep that I can't pray it out of you, and I can't preach it out of you, and I can't love it out of you, and I can't yell it out of you" When he said "pray," he shoved her a little, just to make his point. After years of being married, she still put her faith in witchery, just like her kin.
That him having no hidden power, there wasn't a thing he could do to help anybody. Maybe she didn't mean to sound so contemptuous. I know what you 'was just.' Poor little Armor, you just pat him like a little boy and he'll feel better. Here I been a Christian who never hit or hurt a man or woman, and I knock my own wife, flesh of my flesh, right down on the floor. A strong man makes me feel weak, so I go home and shove around my wife, what a big man that makes me. Seeing her falling, even before she hit the floor, he felt such a shame go through him, even worse than when her father threw him in the snow. "Forgive thou my unbelief" He recited a litany of self-excoriation, he rehearsed all his failures of the day, until at last he was exhausted. Thrower knelt at the altar and cried out the name of the Lord. An ordained minister, acting as the emissary of the Lord, following instructions given to him by an angel - Satan should not have been able to thrust him out of the house like that, before he even knew what was happening. Satan should have had no power over him, to drive him from the house that way. For it had been his own failure, he knew that now. He could not bear to face the Visitor, knowing how he had failed. Reverend Thrower opened the door of the church and walked slowly, fearfully inside. See? You don't even believe your own husband.
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