Do you think that there are not thousands like yourself who hate and detest this violence ?...

But what does faith mean, except that we know that mercy will prevail?
Faith, patience and hope--these are our weapons." He spoke with passionate conviction, his eyes fixed on hers, in a fierce endeavour to give her his own confidence, and to reassure the remnants of his own doubtfulness.

It was true that he too hated what she hated, yet he saw things that she did not....

Well, well, he told himself, he must remember that she was a woman.
The look of frantic horror passed slowly out of her eyes, giving way to acute misery as he talked, and as his personality once more began to dominate her own.

But it was not yet over.
"But the volors," she cried, "the volors! That is deliberate; that is not the work of the mob." "My darling, it is no more deliberate than the other.