Yet the eye had more depth and force, and the body was more powerful and vigorous than it had ever been.

The long tramping, the everlasting trail on false scents, the mental battling with troubles past and present, had given a fortitude and vigour to the body beyond what it had ever known.

In spite of his homelessness and pilgrim equipment he looked as though he had a home--far off.

The eyes did not smile; but the lips showed the goodness of his heart--and its hardness too.

Hardness had never been there in the old days.