Yet the picture brings back the moment when we parted--when you struggled feebly in my arms with a premonition of your almost mortal weakness, and then sank back white and deathlike.

If you had not made so wise and brave an effort you might have lingered on in torture like this poor girl.

You stood in just that peril, did you not ?" "I suppose I did." "Oh, what a clod I was! I used to hear you cough night after night, and I would mutter, 'Poor Madge!' and go to sleep.

To think that you might have suffered as this girl is suffering! I never realized it before, yet I thought I did.

I can't tell you how my whole nature rebels at it all, and pious talk about resignation in the presence of such scenes fairly makes me grind my teeth;" and his brow blackened like night in his mental revolt, and his eyes were sternly fixed in honest, indignant arraignment of the Power he did not scruple to defy, though so impotent to resist.
Madge brushed away her tears, and watched him earnestly for a moment.
In that confused instant she exulted in the strong, generous, kindly manhood that would not cringe even to omnipotence when apparently cruel.