"Always occurring, this thing." Once more he meditated; then heaved his big shoulders to let slip the whole burden.
"One day at a time," he laughed.

"Thank you for telling us .-- You see, Mr.Hackh, they're not devils.

The only fault is, they're just human beings.

You don't speak the language?
I'll send you my old teacher." They talked of things indifferent; and when the young men were stumbling along the streets, he called after them a resounding "Good-night! Thanks!"-- and stood a resolute, gigantic silhouette, filling, as a right Doone filled their doorframe, the entrance to his deserted chapel.
At his gate, felt Rudolph, they had unloaded some weight of responsibility.

He had not only accepted it, but lightened them further, girt them, by a word and a look.