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Chapters (40)
  1. THE INSIDE OF THE CUP
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  3. Contents
  4. VOLUME 1
  5. Chapter I - The Waring Problems
  6. Chapter II - Mr. Langmaid's Mission
  7. Chapter III - The Primrose Path
  8. Chapter IV - Some Riddles of the Twentieth Century
  9. VOLUME 2
  10. Chapter V - The Rector Has More Food for Thought
  11. Chapter VI - "Watchman, What of the Night?"
  12. Chapter VII - The Kingdoms of the World
  13. Chapter VIII - The Line of Least Resistance
  14. VOLUME 3
  15. Chapter IX - The Divine Discontent
  16. Chapter X - The Messenger in the Church
  17. Chapter XI - The Lost Parishioner
  18. Chapter XII - The Woman of the Song
  19. VOLUME 4
  20. Chapter XIII - Winterbourne
  21. Chapter XIV - A Saturday Afternoon
  22. Chapter XV - The Crucible
  23. Chapter XVI - Amid the Encircling Gloom
  24. VOLUME 5
  25. Chapter XVII - Reconstruction
  26. Chapter XVIII - The Riddle of Causation
  27. Chapter XIX - Mr. Goodrich Becomes a Partisan
  28. VOLUME 6
  29. Chapter XX - The Arraignment
  30. Chapter XXI - Alison Goes to Church
  31. Chapter XXII - "Which Say to the Seers, See Not"
  32. VOLUME 7
  33. Chapter XXIII - The Choice
  34. Chapter XXIV - The Vestry Meets
  35. Chapter XXV - "Rise, Crowned with Light!"
  36. Chapter XXVI - The Current of Life
  37. VOLUME 8
  38. Chapter XXVII - Retribution
  39. Chapter XXVIII - Light
  40. Afterword

"I am a little ashamed of my motive," he confessed. "There were rumours—I don't pretend to know how they got about—" he hesitated, once more aware of delicate ground. "Wallis Plimpton said something to a man who told me. I believe I went out of sheer curiosity to hear what Hodder would have to say. And then, I had been reading, wondering whether there were anything in Christianity, after all."

"Yes?" she said, careless now as to what cause he might attribute her eagerness. "And he gave you something?"

It was then she grasped the truth that this sudden renewed intimacy was the result of the impression Hodder had left upon the minds of both.

"He gave me everything," Bedloe Hubbell replied. "I am willing to acknowledge it freely. In his explanation of the parable of the Prodigal Son, he gave me the clew to our modern times. What was for me an inextricable puzzle has become clear as day. He has made me understand, at last, the force which stirred me, which goaded me until I was fairly compelled to embark in the movement which the majority of our citizens still continue to regard as quixotic. I did not identify that force with religion, then, and when I looked back on the first crazy campaign we embarked upon, with the whole city laughing at me and at the obscure and impractical personnel we had, there were moments when it seemed incomprehensible folly. I had nothing to gain, and everything to lose by such a venture. I was lazy and easy-going, as you know. I belonged to the privileged class, I had sufficient money to live in comparative luxury all my days, I had no grudge against these men whom I had known all my life."

"But it must have had some beginning," said Alison.

"I was urged to run for the city council, by these very men." Bedloe Hubbell smiled at the recollection. "They accuse me now of having indulged once in the same practice, for which I am condemning them. Our company did accept rebates, and we sought favours from the city government. I have confessed it freely on the platform. Even during my first few months in the council what may be called the old political practices seemed natural to me. But gradually the iniquity of it all began to dawn on me, and then I couldn't rest until I had done something towards stopping it.