I recognise, too, though this is a very difficult thing to do, that you have every right to form and hold your own political opinions.

It seems to me that they are very wrong and very mischievous, but it is quite possible that I am mistaken and prejudiced.
In any case, I am not called upon to refuse you my affection or to separate you from my daughter because we differ about politics.' Hyacinth breathed a great sigh of relief.

He looked at the Canon in wonder and admiration.

It had been beyond hope that a man grown gray in a narrow faith, a faith in which for centuries religion and politics had been inextricably blended, could have risen in one clear flight above the mire of prejudice.

It seemed, even after he had spoken, impossible that in Ireland, where political opponents believe each other to be thieves and murderers, there could be found even one man, and he from the least emancipated class of all, who could understand and practise tolerance.
'I say,' went on the Canon, speaking very slowly, and with evident difficulty, 'that I have no right to put you away from me because of your political opinions.