But that could not easily be, for his life was wedded to his business, and he did not believe in women.

To him they were incapable of the real business of life, and were only meant to be housekeepers to men who make the world go round.

So, unintentionally, he neglected me, and I was young and comely then, so the world said, and I was unwise and thoughtless.
Else, I should not have listened to Barode Barouche, who, one summer in camp on the St.Lawrence River near our camp, opened up for me new ways of thought, and springs of feeling.

He had the gifts that have made you what you are, a figure that all turn twice to see.

He had eloquence, he was thoughtful in all the little things which John Grier despised.