"I can not give you any answer.

For myself, I have found that faith." "You would endure much for your convictions ?" he demanded suddenly.
"Very much, Sir." "Suffer martyrdom ?" "Perhaps I have done so." "Would you suffer more?
You undertake the conversion of a sinner like myself ?" The flame of his eye caught hers in spite of herself.

A little flush came into her cheek.
"Tell me," he demanded imperiously, "on what terms ?" "You do not play the game.

You would ask me to preach to you--but you would come to see the revival, not to listen to grace.

It isn't playing the game." "But you're seeking converts ?" "I would despise no man in the world so much as a hypocrite, a turn-coat! You can't purchase faith in the market place, not any more than--" "Any more than you can purchase love?
But I've been wanting not the sermon, but the preacher.