The false god has been placed upon the altar, the temple all shining with gems and gold has been built around him, the incense-cup is already swinging; nothing will now turn the idolater from her worship, nothing short of a miracle.
Our Katie's childish days are now all gone.

A woman's passion glows within her breast, though as yet she has not scanned it with a woman's intelligence.

Her mother, listening to a child's entreaty, had suffered her darling to go forth for a child's amusement.

It was doomed that the child should return no more; but in lieu of her, a fair, heart-laden maiden, whose every fondest thought must henceforth be of a stranger's welfare and a stranger's fate.
But it must not be thought that Charley abused the friendship of Mrs.Woodward, and made love to Katie, as love is usually made--with warm words, assurances of affection, with squeezing of the hand, with sighs, and all a lover's ordinary catalogue of resources.

Though we have said that he was a false god, yet he was hardly to be blamed for the temple, and gems, and gold, with which he was endowed; not more so, perhaps, than the unconscious bud which is made so sacred on the banks of the Egyptian river.
He loved too, perhaps as warmly, though not so fatally as Katie did; but he spoke no word of his love.