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No ; hang it all ! You 're a parson , and to-morrow is Sunday . '' To-morrow was Sunday , and the first one in the month . That meant three services for Brenton , plus a Bible class at noon . Nevertheless , between the services , he contrived to drop in for a look at Opdyke ; not that the look , taken as itself , was needful . All that morning long , and a good share of the night before , there had not left him the picture of the long , straight figure on the couch , and of the face above it , the same face he recalled so well , and yet so curiously altered , strengthened . The picture never left him ; it was most distinct of all , while , with an unwonted throb in his voice , he slowly read from the open book before him , -- `` Thou dost not willingly afflict or grieve the children of men -- In Thy wisdom Thou hast seen fit to visit him with trouble -- '' Wisdom !