David's mind, with its equity, its balance, and its fire--what might it not have accomplished in shepherding such a cause, guiding its activity?
The gate of the garden clicked.

Kate Heaver had arrived.

Faith got to her feet and left the room.
A few minutes later the woman of the cross-roads was seated opposite Faith at the window.

She had changed greatly since the day David had sent her on her way to London and into the unknown.

Then there had been recklessness, something of coarseness, in the fine face.