He caught the faint cool sarcasm in her tone, and
smiled unconsciously at her last words. She, at least, must have reasons
for her faith in him, must have grounds for his defence in painful days
to come; for painful they must be, whether he stayed to do their will, or
went into the fighting world where Quakers were few and life composite of
things they never knew in Hamley.
He got to his feet and clasped his hands behind his back. After an
instant he broke silence.
"All those things of which I am accused, I did; and for them is asked
repentance. Before that day on which I did these things was there
complaint, or cause for it? Was my life evil? Did I think in secret that
which might not be done openly? Well, some things I did secretly. Ye
shall hear of them. I read where I might, and after my taste, many plays,
and found in them beauty and the soul of deep things. Tales I have read,
but a few, and John Milton, and Chaucer, and Bacon, and Montaigne, and
Arab poets also, whose books my uncle sent me. Was this sin in me?"
"It drove to a day of shame for thee," said the shrill Elder.
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