He was profoundly moved, but it did not even then seem to him desirable to choose such a way, or to have such attainment thrust on him.
Next morning the autumn sunlight chased the recollection of his emotion from his mind.

The fishermen stopped his car as he drove through the street to shake hands with him.

Their wives shouted familiar blessings from the cabin doors.

Father Moran came bare-headed to the gate of his presbytery garden and waved a farewell..