On the contrary, the idea of superior virtue had always been associated in my mind with that of superior power.

The warnings that had thus been heard appeared to have been prompted by beneficent intentions.

My brother had been hindered by this voice from ascending the hill.

He was told that danger lurked in his path, and his obedience to the intimation had perhaps saved him from a destiny similar to that of my father.
Pleyel had been rescued from tormenting uncertainty, and from the hazards and fatigues of a fruitless voyage, by the same interposition.
It had assured him of the death of his Theresa.
This woman was then dead.

A confirmation of the tidings, if true, would speedily arrive.