Hope had long been dead in him, except the one that he might atone in some way for the wrong he had done his wife.

So the pangs of emotion that recurred, in spite of reason and bitterness, were not recognized by him as lingering hopes.

Wade denied the human in him, but he thrilled at the thought of meeting Columbine Belllounds.

There was something here beyond all his comprehension.
"It _might_--be true!" he whispered.

"I'll know when I see her." Then he walked back toward the inn.