The emanation of divine purity encircled the leper with its supernal warmth, and the scales fell away beneath that mysterious influence.

And so from the pure heart of a woman issues a celestial fire which burns the plague-spot out of the sinner's breast.

Ah, how I languish to be at my darling's feet, thanking her for the cure she has wrought! I have given my Sheldon the story of Susan Meynell's life, as I had it from uncle Joseph.

He agrees with me as to the importance of Susan's last letter, but even that astute creature does not see a way to getting the document in his hands without letting Mr.Mercer more or less into our secret.
"I might tell this man Mercer some story about a little bit of money coming to his niece, and get at Susan Meynell's letter that way," he said; "but whatever I told him would be sure to get round to Philip somehow or other, and I don't want to put him on the scent." My Sheldon's legal mind more than ever inclines to caution, now that he knows the heiress of the Haygarths is so nearly allied to his brother Philip.
"I'll tell you what it is, Hawkehurst," he said to me, after we had discussed the business in all its bearings, "there are not many people I'm afraid of, but I don't mind owning to you that I am afraid of my brother Phil.

He has always walked over my head; partly because he can wear his shirt-front all through business hours without creasing it, which I can't, and partly because he's--well--more unscrupulous than I am." He paused meditatively, and I too was meditative; for I could not choose but wonder what it was to be more unscrupulous than George Sheldon.
"If he were to get an inkling of this affair," my patron resumed presently, "he'd take it out of our hands before you could say Jack Robinson--supposing anybody ever wanted to say Jack Robinson, which they don't--and he'd drive a bargain with us, instead of our driving a bargain with him." My friend of Gray's Inn has a pleasant way of implying that our interests are coequal in this affair.