She will leave me free to obey the voice that calls to me.

And no man can hear that voice but himself." He had been speaking in a clear, self-confident tone, as if at last he saw his road before him to the end; and felt that nothing else mattered but that he should go forward hopefully, unfalteringly.

Now he paused, and his eyes wandered.

But the lines about his strong mouth deepened.
"Perhaps, I am not of the stuff that conquerors are made," he went on.
"Perhaps, if I were, I should be thinking differently.

It comes to me sometimes that I may be one of those intended only to prepare the way--that for me there may be only the endless struggle.