In her inmost spirit she will shrink from him, and feel his presence as a sphere of suffocation.

Oh! can the thought imagine a sadder lot for a true-hearted woman! And there is no way of escape.

Her own hands have wrought the chains that bind her in a most fearful bondage." Again Mr.Allison paused, and regarded his young companion with a look of intense interest.
"May heaven spare you from such a lot!" he said, in a low, subdued voice.
Fanny made no reply.

She sat with her eyes resting on the ground, her lips slightly parted, and her cheeks of a paler hue.
"Can you see any truth in what I have been saying ?" asked Mr.
Allison, breaking in upon a longer pause than he had meant should follow his last remark.
"Oh, yes, yes; much truth.

A new light seems to have broken suddenly into my mind." "Men bear about them a spiritual as well as a natural sphere of their quality." "If there is a spiritual form, there must be a spiritual quality," said Fanny, partly speaking to herself, as if seeking more fully to grasp the truth she uttered.
"And spiritual senses, as well, by which qualities may be perceived," added Mr.Allison.
"Yes,--yes." She still seemed lost in her own thoughts.
"As our bodily senses enable us to discern the quality of material objects, and thus to appropriate what is good, and reject what is evil; in like manner will our spiritual senses serve us, and in a much higher degree, if we will but make the effort to use them." "I see but darkly.