He was as brave as you please.

In his laughing scorn of blindness he was the bravest man I have ever known.

He learned the confidence of the blind with marvellous facility.

His path through darkness was a triumphant march.
Sometimes, when he re-fought old battles and planned new ones, forecast the strategy of the Great Advance, word-painted scenes and places, drew character sketches of great leaders and quaint men, I forgot the tragedy of Althea Fenimore.

And when the memory came swiftly back, I wondered whether, after all, Gedge's story from first to last had not been a malevolent invention.