His poor father could be eloquent, too.

And he asked his wife whether she remembered a passage in one of his father's last letters where Mr.
Gould had expressed the conviction that "God looked wrathfully at these countries, or else He would let some ray of hope fall through a rift in the appalling darkness of intrigue, bloodshed, and crime that hung over the Queen of Continents." Mrs.Gould had not forgotten.

"You read it to me, Charley," she murmured.

"It was a striking pronouncement.

How deeply your father must have felt its terrible sadness!" "He did not like to be robbed.