That would be well, and would atone in some measure for the errors you have made." He bowed and passed on.

Jane resumed her walk with conflicting thoughts.
She resented Elder Tull's cold, impassive manner that looked down upon her as one who had incurred his just displeasure.

Otherwise he would have been the same calm, dark-browed, impenetrable man she had known for ten years.

In fact, except when he had revealed his passion in the matter of the seizing of Venters, she had never dreamed he could be other than the grave, reproving preacher.

He stood out now a strange, secretive man.