It was hard on Terry.
Jeff--well, Jeff always had a streak that was too good for this world! He's the kind that would have made a saintly priest in parentagearlier times.

He accepted the angel theory, swallowed it whole, tried to force it on us--with varying effect.

He so worshipped Celis, and not only Celis, but what she represented; he had become so deeply convinced of the almost supernatural advantages of this country and people, that he took his medicine like a--I cannot say "like a man," but more as if he wasn't one.
Don't misunderstand me for a moment.

Dear old Jeff was no milksop or molly-coddle either.

He was a strong, brave, efficient man, and an excellent fighter when fighting was necessary.