kind?

At other times he was figured by her sympathies as a young
Samaritan gone travelling into a Divine country but fallen among
spiritual thieves, who had stripped him of his seamless robe of
Faith and left him bruised by Life's wayside: a maltreated Christ-
neighbor whom it was her duty to succor if she could. But a woman's
nursing of a man's wound--how often it becomes the nursing of the
wounded! Moreover, Gabriella had now long been aware of what she
had become to her prodigal, her Samaritan; she saw the truth and
watched it growing from day to day; for he was incapable of
disguises. But often what effect has such watching upon the
watcher, a watcher who is alone in the world? So that while she
fathomed with many feminine soundings all that she was to David,
Gabriella did not dream what David had become to her.

Shortly after nightfall, when she heard his heavy tread on the
porch below, the tedium of the day instantly vanished. Happiness
rose in her like a clear fountain set suddenly playing--rose to her
eyes--bathed her in refreshing vital emotions.

"I am so glad you came," she said as she entered the parlor, gave
him her hand, and stood looking up into his softened rugged face,
at his majestical head, which overawed her a little always. Large
as was the mould in which nature had cast his body, this seemed to
her dwarfed by the inner largeness of the man, whose development
she could note as now going forward almost visibly from day to day:
he had risen so far already and was still so young.

He did not reply to her greeting except with a look. In matters