There were barriers raised between them, he would beat them down; there were mistakes, illusions, he would overcome them; he was strong, he would conquer.

Anything was possible but that she had lied to him, but that her warm loving kisses were false and scheming.

His heart scouted that idea with a blind rage that impelled him to hit out in the darkness.

This spiritual fight tore the man of action, racked him limb from limb.

Oh! to have been able to settle it, bare-armed and abreast of a living antagonist in the child's play of merely physical strife.