I'm a man of strange beliefs an' ways of thinkin', an' I seem to see into the future an' feel things hard to explain.

The trail I've been followin' for so many years was twisted en' tangled, but it's straightenin' out now.

An', Jane Withersteen, you crossed it long ago to ease poor Milly's agony.

That, whether you want or not, makes Lassiter your friend.

But you cross it now strangely to mean somethin to me--God knows what!--unless by your noble blindness to incite me to greater hatred of Mormon men." Jane felt swayed by a strength that far exceeded her own.