"If it were not for this, would you be content to go on as before ?" He had begun to walk slowly on with the horse, and she too walked.

After she had answered him the long silence became oppressive, and she knew that Ephraim was suffering to a degree that she could not understand.

At length when he did speak his words were most unexpected.
He was looking toward the rising sun, which was still dim and flushed with the autumn haze.

"The Christ whom we all worship," he began abruptly, "each in our different way, called himself by the sacred name of Truth.

Does he desire, do you think, that we must worship him by adhering to what we know to be fact, no matter what would seem to be gained by slighting facts?
It is a great temptation to me to conceal from you, Susannah, a part of my book knowledge which I cannot help thinking has some bearing upon this case--how much or how little I do not know." He walked on for a little way, and at length, with a great sigh, he began to speak again, answering her first appeal for advice.
"I think that your prophet is mad or false, that his Mormonism is utter folly, but you knew that I thought that long ago.