The Choir Invisible

Still he held out, wrestling with himself. At last Love itself, the

deceiver, snaringly pleaded that she alone could cure him of all this folly.

It had grown up wholly during his absence from her, no doubt by reason of

this. Many a time before be had gone to her about other troubles, and always

he had found her carrying that steady light of right-mindedness which had

scatteredhis darkness and revealed his better pathway.

He sprang up and set off sternly through the woods. Goaded by love, he

fancied that the presence of the forbidden woman would restore him to his

old, blameless friendship.