pachydermatous as he was accounted by his enemies, this man was
very tender over his child, he could hardly endure to see her pain.
Yet after all, though she had given him a sharp pang, she had
brought him happiness which any father might envy. He came back to
her, his stern face inexpressibly softened.

"And I am ready to be helped, my child; it shall be as you say."

There was something in his voice and in the gentle acceptance of
help from one so strong and self-reliant which touched Erica more
than any praise or demonstrative thanks could have done. They were
going to work together, he had promised that she should fight side
by side with him.

"Lawsuits may ruin us," said Raeburn, "but, after all, the evil has
a way of helping out the good." He put his arm round her and
kissed her. "You have taught me, little one, how powerless and
weak are these petty persecutions. They can only prick and sting
us! Nothing can really hurt us while we love the truth and love
each other."

That was the happiest moment Erica had ever known, already her loss
had brought a rapturous gain.

"I shall never go to sleep tonight," she said. "Let me help you
with your letters."

Raeburn demurred a little, but yielded to her entreaties, and for
the next two hours the father and daughter worked in silence. The
bitterness which had lurked in the earlier part of the pamphlet