But during the long moment while he watched her there was nothing commonplace in the slow-gathering might of his wrath.
"Brother Tull has talked to me," he began.

"It was your father's wish that you marry Tull, and my order.

You refused him ?" "Yes." "You would not give up your friendship with that tramp Venters ?" "No." "But you'll do as _I_ order!" he thundered.

"Why, Jane Withersteen, you are in danger of becoming a heretic! You can thank your Gentile friends for that.

You face the damning of your soul to perdition." In the flux and reflux of the whirling torture of Jane's mind, that new, daring spirit of hers vanished in the old habitual order of her life.
She was a Mormon, and the Bishop regained ascendance.
"It's well I got you in time, Jane Withersteen.