Few of us are spotless as to facts.

You and I will show ourselves--for unless God wills to the opposite we shall confide in none other--that a strong, brave man may win back all that was lost.

Let me call you by my name and hold you as the son of my heart; and it will be a joy and pleasure to my declining years.' As he had spoken, Harold's thought's had at first followed in some wonderment.

But gradually, as his noble purpose unfolded, based as it was on a misconception as to the misdoing of which he himself had spoken, he had been almost stricken dumb.

At the first realisation of what was intended he could not have spoken had he tried; but at the end he had regained his thoughts and his voice.