Love purely and thou wilt never repent; but I say unto thee thou fashionest for thyself humbled and shamed old age if thou transgressest the Law!" "What mercy, then, since thou preachest mercy, in filling me with this weakness if my life must be darkened resisting it, and my future show no relief for it ?" she insisted passionately.
It was the cry old as the world.

He looked at her sadly, hopelessly.
"As for God, His way is perfect," he said.

"_How unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out!_ Thou shalt struggle with the truth, my daughter, but without fail and most readily thou shalt know when thou hast sinned!" She was past the influence of argument.

Impulse controlled her now entirely.

She would see if there were not an intelligence, even a religion which would see her sorrow from her own heart's position.
She listened now to the words of her lover.
"He is an exclaimer, a prophet of doom!" he was crying.