passion of a man who has had no youth. He loved Nana as one who

yearned to be her sole possessor, to listen to her, to touch her, to

be breathed on by her. His was now a supersensual tenderness,

verging on pure sentiment; it was an anxious affection and as such

was jealous of the past and apt at times to dream of a day of

redemption and pardon received, when both should kneel before God

the Father. Every day religion kept regaining its influence over

him. He again became a practicing Christian; he confessed himself