I don't deny that things are going to be a little difficult.

But of this I am sure"-- and his voice, though it still was quiet, rang deep with confidence--"our one chance is to hold our heads high.

No secrecy, father! My hope is to make a life which has been very troubled know some comfort and a little happiness." Mr.Hazlewood had no more to say.

He must renounce his gods or hold his tongue.

And renounce his gods--no, that he could not do.