And the Brother Man was right also.

For Philip himself was alive in glory, and as they bore the tabernacle of his flesh out of Calvary Church that day, that was all they bore.

His soul was out of the reach of humanity's selfishness and humanity's sorrow.
They said that when the funeral of Philip Strong's body was held in Milton, rugged, unfeeling men were seen to cry like children in the streets.

A great procession, largely made up of the poor and sinful, followed him to his wintry grave.

They lingered long about the spot.
Finally, every one withdrew except Sarah, who refused to be led away by her friends, and William and the Brother Man.