Each had made his way from the slum, each had been guided by an inner light--was Silas Finn's fantastic belief less of an ignis fatuus than his own ?--each had sought to get away from a past, each was a child of Ishmael, each, in his own way, had lived romantically.

Whatever resentment against his father lingered in his heart now melted away.

He was very near him.

The shame of the prison struck him as it had struck the old man.

He saw him bowed down under the blow, and he clenched his hands in a torture of anger and indignation.