You're given to brooding over things that are other people's to brood on, and then, you're naturally soul-proud.

Now, a few wives will humble you and make you more reasonable, like the rest of us.

I don't want to be too downright with you, like I am with some of the others, because I've always had a special kind of feeling for you, and so I've let you go on.
But you think it over, and talk to me about it when you come back.

It's high time you was building up your thrones and dominions in the Kingdom." He started south the next day, riding down between the two mountain ranges that bordered the valley, stopping at each settlement, breathing more freely, resting more easily, as each day took him farther away.
Yet, when he closed his eyes, there, like an echo, was the vision of a woman's face with shining eyes and lips,--a vision that after a few seconds was washed away by a great wave of blood.
But after a few days, certain bits of news caught up with him that happily drove this thing from his sight for a time by stirring within him all his old dread of Gentile persecution.
First he heard that Parley Pratt, the Archer of Paradise and one of the Twelve Apostles, had been foully murdered back in Arkansas while seeking to carry to their mother the children of his ninth wife.

The father of these children, so his informant reported, had waylaid and shot him.
Then came rumours of a large wagon-train going south through Utah on its way to California.