He could argue no more, but he _knew_.

This I think is the sort of knowledge which guides unerringly." Susannah remembered, if not the words, all that this passage contained.

She had wondered at it not a little.
Up to the time of Angel's death she had rejoiced in these letters, not doubting that Ephraim had remained the same self-sacrificing friend--ready out of mere but perfect kindness to befriend her to the uttermost.

She had not doubted because she had not questioned.

Now disquieting thoughts intervened, producing a new shyness.