It's the only way you can find peace." With a gesture half-bold, half-furtive, he put out his hand and touched lightly the glove she had drawn off and laid on the table.
"You believe in me; you have some faith left in me ?" "Yes." Her hand touched his; her dark eyes searched the depths of his soul--sought and found the shadows there and put them to flight.

When she spoke it was with a tenderness that was new to all his experience of life; he had not known that there could be balm like this for a bruised and broken spirit.

This girl, seeking nothing for herself, refusing anything he could offer, had held up a mirror in which he saw himself limned against dancing, mocking shadows.

Nothing in her arraignment had given him a sharper pang than her reference to his loneliness, his failure to command sympathy and confidence in his home relationships.

No praise had ever been so sweet to him as hers; she not only saw his weaknesses and dealt with them unsparingly, but she recognized also the strength he had wasted and the power he had abused.