He had wandered he knew not how long, always thinking of that.

It was the future he had to consider.
What was to be done?
He had heard of such cases before; he had read of them in newspapers and talked of them with cold curiosity.

But they were of worldly, sinful people, of dissolute men whose characters he could not conceive--of silly, vain, frivolous, and abandoned women whom he had never even met.
But Joan--O God! It was the first time since his mute prayer on the staircase that the Divine name had been wrested from his lips.

It came with his wife's--and his first tears! But the wind swept the one away and dried the others upon his hot cheeks.
It had ceased to rain, and the wind, which was still high, had shifted more to the north and was bitterly cold.

He could feel the roadway stiffening under his feet.