I do not forget it was a shop I call a temple.

In that shop God had been worshiped with holiest worship--that is, obedience--and would be again.

Neither do I forget that the devil had been worshiped there too--in what temple is he not?
He has fallen like lightning from heaven, but has not yet been cast out of the earth.

In that shop, however, he would be worshiped no more for a season.
At once she wrote to Letty, saying the room which had been hers was at her service as soon as she pleased to occupy it: she would take her father's.
Letty breathed a deep breath of redemption, and made haste to accept the offer.

But to let Mrs.Wardour know her resolve was a severe strain on her courage.
I will not give the conversation that followed her announcement that she was going to visit Mary Marston.