CHAPTER V
BY THE TOWER OF HIPPICUS
HAROLD SPENCE was essentially a man of action. His mental and moral health depended for its continuance upon the active prosecution of affairs more than most men's.
A product of the day, "modern" in his culture, modern in his ideals, he must live the vivid, eager, strenuous life of his times or the fibres of his brain became slack and loosened.
In the absorbing interest of his first mission to the East Spence had found work which exactly suited his temperament. It was work which keyed him up to his best and most successful efforts.
But when that was over, when the news that he had given brilliantly to the world became the world's and was no longer his, then the reaction set in.
The whole man became relaxed and unstrung; he was drifting into a sloth of the mind and body when Gortre had arrived from the North with his message of Hope.
The renewed opportunity of action, the tonic to his weak and waning faith — that faith which alone was able to keep him clean and worthy — again strung up the chords of his manhood till they vibrated in harmony.
Once more Spence was in the Holy City.
But a short time ago he was at Jerusalem as the collective eye of millions of Englishmen, the telegraph wires stretched out behind him to London.
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