I've been twice banished.

That is why I came here to this country.
Maybe, Sir, that is why I came to you, here! Who shall say as to these things?
If only I could feel your faith, your beliefs to be the same as mine, I'd go away happy, for then I'd know it had been a plan, somehow, somewhere--for us, maybe." His throat worked strongly.

There was some struggle in the man.
At last he spoke, and quietly.

"I see what separates us now.

It is the wall of our convictions.