I was obliged to treat you like a child; but for you to pretend to suppose that roses grow in your path--oh, that is paltry! You are a hypocrite or an imbecile, if that is your course.' Was he not something of the former?
The luxurious mist in which he had been living, dispersed before his sister's bitter words, and, as she designed he should, he felt himself her accomplice.

But, again, reason struggled to enlighten him; for surely he would never have done a thing so disproportionate to the end to be gamed! It was the unconnected action of his brain that thus advised him.

No thoroughly-fashioned, clear-spirited man conceives wickedness impossible to him: but wickedness so largely mixed with folly, the best of us may reject as not among our temptations.

Evan, since his love had dawned, had begun to talk with his own nature, and though he knew not yet how much it would stretch or contract, he knew that he was weak and could not perform moral wonders without severe struggles.

The cynic may add, if he likes--or without potent liquors.
Could he be his sister's judge?
It is dangerous for young men to be too good.