With us is all the joy of advance, the glory of conquering.

Men have only material progress to think about.

But we--we are winning souls, propagating a new religion, purifying the earth!' Rhoda nodded thrice.
'My cousin is a fine specimen of a man, after all, in body and mind.
But what a poor, ineffectual creature compared with _you_, Rhoda! I don't flatter you, dear.

I tell you bluntly of your faults and extravagances.

But I am proud of your magnificent independence, proud of your pride, dear, and of your stainless heart.