"He was not allowed to remain President," she said.
"No, he was not. He died. Certainly! And I know you think he would
not have died if he had done his best to clear the character of an
innocent man. To women of your type, it always seems as if God--the
Large Person up above--stepped in exactly at the right moment. It
would really appear as if it were so at times. But such things are
mere coincidences."
"I do not believe in coincidences," said Angela decisively, "I do
not believe in 'chance' or 'luck', or what you call 'fortuitous'
haphazard arrangements of any sort. I think everything is planned by
law from the beginning; even to the particular direction in which a
grain of dust floats through space. It is all mathematical and
exact. And the moving Spirit--the Divine Centre of things, whom I
call God,--cannot dislodge or alter one particle of the majestic
system without involving the whole in complete catastrophe. It is
our mistake to 'chance' things--at least, so I think. And if I
exclaim against you and say,--"Why do you remain in the Church?' it
is because I cannot understand a man of conscience and intellect
outwardly professing one thing while inwardly he means another.
Because God will take him in the end at his own interior valuation,
not at his outward seeming.
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