Her eyes fell to the printed page and her clear, sweet voice took up the
ancient tale of vengeance
"Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God: defend me from them that rise up
against me. Deliver me from the workers of iniquity, and save me from
bloody men.
"For, lo, they lie in wait for my soul: the mighty are gathered against me;
not for my transgression, nor for my sin, O Lord. They run and prepare
themselves without my fault: awake to help me, and behold.
"Thou, therefore, O Lord God of Hosts, the God of Israel, awake to visit
all the heathen: be not merciful to any wicked transgressors. Selah."
Ridgway glanced across in surprise at the strong old man lying on the
lounge. His hands were locked in front of him, and his gaze rested
peacefully on the fair face of the child reading. His foe's mind swept up
the insatiable cruel years that lay behind this man, and he marveled that
with such a past he could still hold fast to that simple faith of David. He
wondered whether this ruthless spoiler went back to the Old Testament for
the justification of his life, or whether his credo had given the impulse
to his career.
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