"The first two did; O'Shea told them to hold up their hands." "There is something you said a minute ago that I want to answer," he said.
She thought he had left the subject of his illusion because it mortified him.
"You said"-- he began now to feel emotion as he spoke--"that you thought I should not respect you.

I want to tell you that I respected you as I respect my mother, even when you were only a mermaid.

I saw you when I fell that night as we walked on this beach.

If you had worn a boy's coat, or a fishskin, always, I had sense enough to see that it was a saint at play.

Have you read all the odd stories about the saints and the Virgin--how they appear and vanish, and wear odd clothes, and play beneficent tricks with people?
It was like that to me.