To each hemisphere, repelling the other, must yet come in lightning flashes the face of the whole.
Glenfernie, under the lantern-light, looked like the old laird his father.

"No long time ago," he said, "'revenge,' 'vengeance,' seemed to me words of a low order! It was not so in my boyhood.

Then they were often to me passionate, immediate, personal, and vindicated words! But it grew to be that they appeared words of a low order.

It is not so now.

As far as that goes I am younger than I was a year ago.
I stand in a hot, bright light where they are vindicated.