"'Hold thee still in the Lord, and abide patiently, and He will make thy righteousness clear as the light, and thy just dealing as the noon-day!'" And after that thought she wept no more.
Was it as a reward for her faith that Tom began to talk to her?
He had paced on by her side, serious, but not sad.

True, he had suspected her; he suspected her still.

But that scene with the dying child had been no sham.

There, at least, there was nothing to suspect, nothing to sneer at.

The calm purity, self-sacrifice, hope, which was contained in it, had softened his world-hardened spirit, and woke up in him feelings which were always pleasant, feelings which the sight of his father, or the writing to his father, could only awaken.
Quaintly enough, the thought of Grace and of his father seemed intertwined, inextricable.