They've been after him ever since, and almost had him when we found him, injured by a blow which he received in an ugly fall earlier in the night.

It's the last and total wrecking of my theory." "But the girl--" urged Philip.
"We're going to see her now, and she will tell you the whole story as she told it to me," said the doctor, as calmly as before.

"Ah, but it's wonderful, man--this great, big, human love that fills the world! They two met at Nelson House, as I had planned they should, and four months after that they smashed my theory by being married by a missionary from York Factory.

I mean that they smashed the bad part of it, Phil, but all three couples proved the other--that there exist no such things as 'soul affinities,' and that two normal people of opposite sexes, if thrown together under certain environment, will as naturally mate as two birds, and will fight and die for one another afterward, too.

There may not be one in ten thousand who believes it, but I do--still.