“I tell you I must go!” I retorted, roused to something like passion. “Do you think I can stay to become nothing to you? Do you think I am an automaton? a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! I have as much soul as you, and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh; it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal, as we are!”
Taksit Sayısı | Taksit tutarı | Genel Toplam |
---|---|---|
Tek Çekim | 140,00 | 140,00 |
3 | 51,00 | 152,99 |
6 | 26,92 | 161,55 |
9 | 18,90 | 170,11 |
12 | 14,89 | 178,65 |
Taksit Sayısı | Taksit tutarı | Genel Toplam |
---|---|---|
Tek Çekim | 140,00 | 140,00 |
3 | 51,00 | 152,99 |
6 | 26,92 | 161,55 |
9 | 18,90 | 170,11 |
12 | 14,89 | 178,65 |
Taksit Sayısı | Taksit tutarı | Genel Toplam |
---|---|---|
Tek Çekim | 140,00 | 140,00 |
3 | 51,00 | 152,99 |
6 | 26,92 | 161,55 |
9 | 18,90 | 170,11 |
12 | 14,89 | 178,65 |
Taksit Sayısı | Taksit tutarı | Genel Toplam |
---|---|---|
Tek Çekim | 140,00 | 140,00 |
3 | 51,00 | 152,99 |
6 | 26,92 | 161,55 |
9 | 18,90 | 170,11 |
12 | 14,89 | 178,65 |
Taksit Sayısı | Taksit tutarı | Genel Toplam |
---|---|---|
Tek Çekim | 140,00 | 140,00 |
3 | 51,00 | 152,99 |
6 | 26,92 | 161,55 |
9 | 18,90 | 170,11 |
12 | 14,89 | 178,65 |
Taksit Sayısı | Taksit tutarı | Genel Toplam |
---|---|---|
Tek Çekim | 140,00 | 140,00 |
3 | 51,00 | 152,99 |
6 | 26,92 | 161,55 |
9 | 18,90 | 170,11 |
12 | 14,89 | 178,65 |
Taksit Sayısı | Taksit tutarı | Genel Toplam |
---|---|---|
Tek Çekim | 140,00 | 140,00 |
3 | - | - |
6 | - | - |
9 | - | - |
12 | - | - |
“I tell you I must go!” I retorted, roused to something like passion. “Do you think I can stay to become nothing to you? Do you think I am an automaton? a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! I have as much soul as you, and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh; it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal, as we are!”