He will look into the heart of the man, the man who sacrificed himself--" And then, fiercely, Nada struck up the Missioner's comforting hand, and Peter saw her young face white as star-dust in the lampglow.
"I don't care what God thinks," she cried passionately.

"God didn't do right today.

Mister Roger told me everything, that he was an outlaw, an' I oughtn't to marry him.

But I didn't care.

I loved him.