With that conviction strong within me still, I tell you it is no matter whether I stay here with the sick, or go hence with the strong.

I shall live till I have met that man! There is a day of reckoning appointed between us.

Here in the freezing cold, or away in the deadly heat; in battle or in shipwreck; in the face of starvation; under the shadow of pestilence--I, though hundreds are falling round me, I shall live! live for the coming of one day! live for the meeting with one man!" He stopped, trembling, body and soul, under the hold that his own terrible superstition had fastened on him.

Crayford drew back in silent horror.

Wardour noticed the action--he resented it--he appealed, in defense of his one cherished conviction, to Crayford's own experience of him.
"Look at me!" he cried.