I could see exactly what was passing in his mind.
"No," I said, smiling, as though answering a spoken question, "I am not exactly what you would call a tramp." He flushed.
"I didn't mean--I WANT you to come.

That's what a church is for.

If I thought--" But he did not tell me what he thought; and, though he walked quietly at my side, he was evidently deeply disturbed.

Something of his discouragement I sensed even then, and I don't think I was ever sorrier for a man in my life than I was for him at that moment.

Talk about the suffering sinners! I wonder if they are to be compared with the trials of the saints?
So we approached the little white church, and caused, I am certain, a tremendous sensation.