At last she spoke: "Oh, I see the other sort of wounds! Alexander! lay hold of the nature that will make them, too, to heal!" "Saint Alison," he answered, "look full at what went on.

Now tell me if those are wounds easy to heal.

And tell me if he were not less than a man who pocketed the injury, who said to the injurer, 'Go in peace!'" She looked at him mournfully.

"Is it to pocket the injury?
Will not all combine--silently, silently--to teach him at last?
Less than man--man--more than man, than to-day's appearing man ?...

I am not wise.