Caius, carried perforce as upon the wings of the wind for half a mile, was thrown off upon the sand.

He picked himself up, and with wet clothes and sore limbs walked to his little house, which he felt he could no longer look upon as a home.
He could hardly understand what he had done; he began to regret it.

A man cannot see the forces at work upon his inmost self.

He did not know that Josephine's soul had taken his by the hand and lifted it up--that his love for her had risen from earth to heaven when he feared the slightest wrong-doing for her more than all other misfortune..