But there he was never brave enough to tell the truth.
Well, it was a queer world and he--Kennicott O'Neill--was thrall to a pitiful old fiend with the soul of a Caliban.

He was unspeakably grateful for the relief of the hours when, with his conscience up in arms, he could talk to Joan of Brian and ease his misdeeds of the past by praise and appreciation.
A jewel of a lad! Everybody loved his humor, his compassion and his common sense..