The funny part of it is our finding it in books of fiction composed for payment.

Manifestly this lady did not 'chameleon' her pen from the colour of her audience: she was not of the uniformed rank and file marching to drum and fife as gallant interpreters of popular appetite, and going or gone to soundlessness and the icy shades.
Touches inward are not absent: 'To have the sense of the eternal in life is a short flight for the soul.

To have had it, is the soul's vitality.' And also: 'Palliation of a sin is the hunted creature's refuge and final temptation.

Our battle is ever between spirit and flesh.

Spirit must brand the flesh, that it may live.' You are entreated to repress alarm.