The excuses, the lies, these shadows of the mind will vanish the moment Love lights his lamp.

Till then their ghost-like presence, their semblance of reality but show that the chamber of the Beloved is dark.
Michael was silent.

Though his body and mind were half dead, his spirit was alive and clear, moving swiftly where the spent mind could not follow.
"How could I help breaking my heart over the thought of you in prison ?" said Fay again, wounded to the quick.
She stared at him, indignant tears smarting in her eyes.

Another long look passed between them, on her side bewildered, pained, aghast at being so misunderstood, on his penetrating, melancholy, full of compassionate insight, that look which seems to herald the parting between two unequal natures, but which is in reality a perception that they have never met.
"I knew you would rejoice when I was set free," he said tranquilly, smiling at her.

"Ah! Here are Magdalen and Wentworth.