In six thousand years, taking humanity as one, this self-existent soul should have clothed itself with a freer, royaller garment than poor Lois's body,--or mine," he added, bitterly.
"It works slowly," said the other, quietly.

"Faster soon, in America.
There are yet many ills of life for the divinity within to conquer." "And Lois and the swarming mass yonder in those dens?
It is late for them to begin the fight ?" "Endurance is enough for them here, and their religions teach them that.

They could not bear the truth.

One does not put a weapon into the hands of a man dying of the fetor and hunger of the siege." "But what will this life, or the lives to come, give to you, champions who know the truth ?" "Nothing but victory," he said, in a low tone, looking away.
Knowles looked at the pale strength of the iron face.
"God help you, Stephen!" he broke out, his shallow jeering falling off.
"For there IS a God higher than we.

The ills of life you mean to conquer will teach it to you, Holmes.