When he comes to do it as the will of the perfect Good, then is he on the road to do it perfectly--that is, from love of its own inherent self-constituted goodness, born in the heart of the Perfect.
The doing of things from duty is but a stage on the road to the kingdom of truth and love.

Not the less must the stage be journeyed; every path diverging from it is "the flowery way that leads to the broad gate and the great fire." It was with more than his usual zeal of helpfulness that Faber was now riding toward Owlkirk, to revisit his new patient.

Could he have mistaken the symptoms of her attack?
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