All halting utterance vanished.

His voice grew strong and confident, and it glowed as he glowed, and as the thoughts glowed that poured out from him.

He said: "Amongst the revolutionists I found, also, warm faith in the human, ardent idealism, sweetnesses of unselfishness, renunciation, and martyrdom--all the splendid, stinging things of the spirit.

Here life was clean, noble, and alive.

I was in touch with great souls who exalted flesh and spirit over dollars and cents, and to whom the thin wail of the starved slum child meant more than all the pomp and circumstance of commercial expansion and world empire.