"Dear heart, have no fear of me," he said.
She smiled wonderfully, and read all the fine philosophy of his soul.
"God be thanked, you are a good man."
"Ah, child, you are so wonderful that I dare not touch you; I have such grand awe in my heart that even your breath upon my face makes me bow down as though an angel touched my forehead."
"All good and great love is of heaven."
"Pure as the lilies in the courts of God. Every fragment of you is like to me as a pearl from the lips of angels; your flesh is of silver, your bosom as snow from Lebanon, girded with the gold of truth. Oh, second Adam, thanks be to thee for thy philosophy."
She put out her hands and touched his hair; their eyes were like sea and sky in summer, tranquil, tender, and unshadowed.
"I love you for this purity, ah, more and more than I can tell."
"True love is ever pure."
"And for me, such love as yours. Never to see the wolfish stare, the flushed forehead, and the loosened lip; never to feel the burning breath. God indeed be thanked for this."