“I understand him,” he said.
“He was afraid of women. Sometimes he seems to hate women,” Morning remarked. Certain lines of Paul’s on the subject had broken the perfection of the message for him.
A strange look came to Fallows. The finger that was turning a page drew in with the others, and the hand that rested upon the book was clenched.... “Paul knew women,” he muttered.
“You think before he took that road to Damascus—he knew women?”
“Yes——”
“Even the Paul who stood by holding the garments of the stoners of Stephen?”
“He was a boy then. He learned afterward, I think.”
“He couldn’t have known the saints among them,” said Morning, who was smiling in his heart.
“Perhaps some saint among them was the one who made him afraid. You know women won’t have men going alone—not even the saints among women.... There may have been one who refused to be dimmed altogether even by that great light.”
“But he went alone——”