They seemed to say to him, 'We have you now.' He was clutched by a beneficent or a most malignant magician.

The former seemed due to him, considering the cloud on his fortunes.

This enigma might mean, that by submitting to a temporary humiliation, for a trial of him--in fact, by his acknowledgement of the fact, loathed though it was,--he won a secret overlooker's esteem, gained a powerful ally.

Here was the proof, he held the proof.

He had read Arabian Tales and could believe in marvels; especially could he believe in the friendliness of a magical thing that astounded without hurting him.
He, sat down in his room at night and wrote a fairly manful letter to Rose; and it is to be said of the wretch he then saw himself, that he pardoned her for turning from so vile a pretender.