The Little Lady of The Big House by Jack London Chapter 10 Page 9

impression of steel — thin, jewel-like steel. She seemed strength in its most delicate terms and fabrics. He fondled the impression of her as of silverspun wire, of fine leather, of twisted hair-sennit from the heads of maidens such as the Marquesans make, of carven pearl-shell for the lure of the bonita, and of barbed ivory at the heads of sea-spears such as the Eskimos throw.

“All right, Aaron,” they heard Dick Forrest’s voice rising, in a lull, from the other end of the table. “Here’s something from Phillips Brooks for you to chew on. Brooks said that no man ‘has come to true greatness who has not felt in some degree that his life belongs to his race, and that what God gives him, he gives him for mankind.’“

“So at last you believe in God?”