Yet an exaltation of spirit was on me, and I wove another dream that drove the first away; now I did not go to Dover to play my part in great affairs and jostle for higher place in a world where in God's eyes all places are equal and all low, but away back to the country I had loved, and not alone.

She should be with me, love should dress penitence in glowing robes, and purity be decked more gloriously than all the pomps of sin.

Could it be?
If it could, it seemed a prize for which all else might be willingly forgone--an achievement rare and great, though the page of no history recorded it.
Phineas Tate had preached to her, and gone away, empty and scorned.

I would preach too, in different tones and with a different gospel.

Yet my words should have a sweetness his had not, my gospel a power that should draw where his repelled.