Sun-worshippers, Nature-worshippers, Druids, votaries of Jove and Venus, servants of Odin, Thor and Friga, early Christians who were half one thing and half another, all have here bowed their brows to earth in adoration of God as they understood Him, and in these hallowed spots lies mingled the dust of every one of them.
So Godfrey felt in that hour and the same influences impinged upon and affected even the girl's bold, denying soul.

She acknowledged them to herself, and after a woman's way, turned and almost fiercely laid the blame upon her companion.
"You have infected me with your silly superstitions," she said, stamping her foot as they shut and locked the door of the church.

"I feel afraid of something, I don't know what, and I was never afraid of anything before." "What superstitions ?" he asked, apologetically.

"I don't remember mentioning any." "There is no need for you to mention them, they ooze out of you.

As though I could not read your mind! There's no need for you to talk to tell me what you are thinking of, death--and separations which are as bad, and unknown things to come, and all sorts of horrors." "That's odd," he remarked, still without emotion, for he was used to these attacks from Isobel which, as he knew, when she was upset, always meant anything but what she said, "for as a matter of fact I was thinking of a separation.