You at least, Miriam, ought to have judged me more truly; you, at all events, should not have classed me with common men." His eyes were now agleam, and the beauty of his countenance fully manifest.

He held his head in a pose of superb confidence.

There was too much real force in his features to make this seem a demonstration of idle vanity.

Miriam regarded him, and continued to do so.
"To be sure, my powers are in your eyes valueless," he pursued; "or rather, your eyes have never been opened to anything of the kind.

The nineteenth century is nothing to you; its special opportunities and demands and characteristics would revolt you if they were made clear to your intelligence.