I realize him now.

He was easily susceptible to good and evil, to the clean and the unclean; and he might have been kept in order by some one who would give a life to building up his character; but his nature was rickety, and he has gone down and not up." "Then why try to save him?
Let Oom Paul have him.

He'll do no more harm, if--" "Wait a minute," she urged.

"You are a great man"-- she came close to him--"and you ought to understand what I mean, without my saying it.

I want to save him for his own sake, not for mine--to give him a chance.
While there's life there's hope.