He is an extraordinarily nice person, different from most, a man who thinks a lot and controls himself.

He did most of the talking, and began as we strolled up the hill.
"'"Padre," he said, "how _does_ Christ save us ?" "'I said He had died to obtain our forgiveness from God, and that, if we trusted in Him, He would forgive and help us to live nobler and manlier lives.

(Of course, I said much more, but I see plainly that that is what it all comes to.) "'When I had done, he walked on for a bit in silence, and then he said, "Do you think the men understand that ?" "'I said I thought and hoped they might.

It was simple enough.
"'"Well," he said, "it's hopeless jargon to me.

If I try to analyse it, I am knocked out right and left by countless questions; but leave that.
It is when I try to take you practically at your word that I find you are mumbling a fetish.