He was even denied further shelter within its walls.

But there were no regrets; his conscience still sustained him; he would live it all over again.

In his determination to keep to his standards he had tried to stop a freshet with a shovelful of clay; that was all.

It was a foolhardy attempt, no doubt, but he would have been heartily ashamed of himself if he had not made the effort.

Wesley, of course, was not a very exciting place in which to spend the winter, but it was better than being under obligations to Talbot Rutter; and then he could doubtless earn enough at the law to pay his board--at least he would try.
He had reached the end of the walk and had already caught the glow of the overhead lantern in the hall of the Horn mansion lighting up the varied costumes of the guests as Malachi swung back the front door, revealing the girls in their pink and white nubias, the gallants in long cloaks with scarlet linings, the older men in mufflers, and the mothers and grandmothers in silk hoods.