Meet spirit with spirit!" "No! I crave and hunger and am cold.

Unless I warm myself--unless I warm myself--with anger and hatred!" "I wish it were not so!" "I had a friend....

I warm myself now in the hunt of a foe--in his look when he sees me!" Gilian smote her hands together.

"So Elspeth would have loved that! So the smothered God in you loves that!" "It is the God in me that will punish him!" "Is it--is it, Glenfernie ?" He made a wide gesture of impatience.

"Cold--languid--pithless! You, Robin, Strickland, Alison Touris--" Gilian looked at her basket of marigolds, pinks, and pansies.