You are putting that belief to a hard test.

If your enemy had told me that you had ever talked as you talk now, that you had ever looked as you look now, I would have turned my back on him as the utterer of a vile calumny against a just, a brave, an upright man.

Oh! my friend, my friend, if ever I have deserved well of you, put away these thoughts from your heart! Face me again, with the stainless look of a man who has trampled under his feet the bloody superstitions of revenge, and knows them no more! Never, never, let the time come when I cannot offer you my hand as I offer it now, to the man I can still admire--to the brother I can still love!" The heart that no other voice could touch felt that appeal.

The fierce eyes, the hard voice, softened under Crayford's influence.

Richard Wardour's head sank on his breast.
"You are kinder to me than I deserve," he said.