“You must see,” he told her, after the moment they had looked into each other's faces, “that this is the main reason why I must stay at St. John's, in the Church, if I conscientiously can.”

“I see. The easier course would be to resign, to have scruples. And you believe there is a future for the Church.”

“I believe it,” he assented.

She still held his eyes.

“Yes, it is worth doing. If you see it that way it is more worth doing than anything else. Please don't think,” she said, “that I don't appreciate why you have told me all this, why you have given me your reasons. I know it hasn't been easy. It's because you wish me to have faith in you for my own sake, not for yours. And I am grateful.”

“And if that faith is justified, as you will help to justify it, that it may be transferred to a larger sphere,” he answered.

She gave him her hand, but did not reply.

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CHAPTER XIX. MR. GOODRICH BECOMES A PARTISAN

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