That must be right.

That would justify him--bring him back, perhaps, in a triumph more glorious than any Caesar's, leading captive, in the fetters of the Gospel, the Queen of Heathendom.

Yes, there was that left, for which to live.
His passion cooled down gradually as he wandered on in the fading evening light, up one street and down another, till he had utterly lost his way.

What matter?
He should find that lecture-room to-morrow at least.

At last he found himself in a broad avenue, which he seemed to know.