I stand for index to the people of the path they should take to triumph--must take, as triumph they must sooner or later: not by the route of what is called Progress--pooh! That is a middle-class invention to effect a compromise.

With the people the matter rests with their intelligence! meanwhile my star is bright and shines reflected.' 'I notice,' she said, favouring him with as much reflection as a splendid lover could crave for, 'that you never look down, you never look on the ground, but always either up or straight before you.' 'People have remarked it,' said he, smiling.

'Here we are at this funereal tree again.

All roads lead to Rome, and ours appears to conduct us perpetually to this tree.

It 's the only dead one here.' He sighted the plumed black top and along the swelling branches decorously clothed in decay: a salted ebon moss when seen closely; the small grey particles giving a sick shimmer to the darkness of the mass.
It was very witch-like, of a witch in her incantation-smoke.
'Not a single bare spot! but dead, dead as any peeled and fallen!' said Alvan, fingering a tuft of the sooty snake-lichen.