"I'll send you the book as soon as I've finished it.

I think you'll like it"-- and there for the moment the matter ended.
At length I felt sure that all would be well with him.

How could I help feeling sure?
His mind was richer and stronger than it had ever been; and he had broken with all the dark past.

I was overjoyed to believe that he would yet do greater things than he had ever done, and this belief and determination were in him too, as anyone can see on reading what he wrote at this time in prison: "There is before me so much to do that I would regard it as a terrible tragedy if I died before I was allowed to complete at any rate a little of it.

I see new developments in art and life, each one of which is a fresh mode of perfection.