They were very sensitive, and I think the difference they must have noticed in me would have jarred on them.

I should have brought something alien into their unworldly life.

It was too late to return; I had to follow the path I had chosen." Blake mused a while, watching the lights of Three Rivers fade astern and the broad white wake of the paddles stream back across the glassy surface of the lake.

The girl must have learned much of human failings since she left her sheltered home, but he thought the sweetness of character which could not be spoiled by knowledge of evil was greatly to be admired.

He was, however, a man of action and not a philosopher.
"Well," he said, "I appreciate your letting me talk to you; but it's cold and getting late, and you have sat on deck long enough.