And when I realise that the poor fellow I was with yesterday--making such a brave fight in the dark, and turning his head on the pillow to say with a gleam of hope on his drawn face: `Where Thou art Guide, no ill can come'-- had already been put through all this by you--Jane, if you were a man, I'd horsewhip you!" said the doctor.
Jane squared her shoulders and lifted her head with more of her old spirit than she had yet shown.
"You have lashed me well, Boy," she said, "as only words spoken in faithful indignation can lash.

And I feel the better for the pain .-- And now I think I ought to tell you that while I was on the top of the Great Pyramid I suddenly saw the matter from a different standpoint.
You remember that view, with its sharp line of demarcation?
On one side the river, and verdure, vegetation, fruitfulness, a veritable 'garden enclosed'; on the other, vast space as far as the eye could reach; golden liberty, away to the horizon, but no sign of vegetation, no hope of cultivation, just barren, arid, loneliness.

I felt this was an exact picture of my life as I live it now.

Garth's love, flowing through it, as the river, could have made it a veritable 'garden of the Lord.' It would have meant less liberty, but it would also have meant no loneliness.

And, after all, the liberty to live for self alone becomes in time a weary bondage.