Holiness was always something richly dim.

“Folly? O, it was indeed! But Folly is a prison where no charter of deliverence …”

“I am Shiloh, whose box you stole. Your godmother's sickness lies in your own ke…”

“There are men who love to gaze with the mind at things that can never be seen, …”

“He asked with a stiff smile 'What is love?'For me,' said Orianda, fumbling for …”