You and mother Roussillon are welcome to hide it deep as a well, for all I care.

I don't enjoy reading about low, vile people and hopeless unfortunates; I like sweet and lovely heroines and strong, high-souled, brave heroes." "Read about the blessed saints, then, my daughter; you will find in them the true heroes and heroines of this world," said Father Beret.
M.Roussillon changed the subject, for he always somehow dreaded to have the good priest fall into the strain of argument he was about to begin.

A stray sheep, no matter how refractory, feels a touch of longing when it hears the shepherd's voice.

M.Roussillon was a Catholic, but a straying one, who avoided the confessional and often forgot mass.

Still, with all his reckless independence, and with all his outward show of large and breezy self-sufficiency, he was not altogether free from the hold that the church had laid upon him in childhood and youth.