"It is necessity for such brains to worship.

They let the fire lick their blood, if they happen to be born Parsees.

This girl, if she had been a Jew when Christ was born, would have known him as Simeon did." Knowles said nothing,--only glanced at the massive head of the speaker, with its overhanging brow, square development at the sides, and lowered crown, and smiled significantly.
"Exactly," laughed Holmes, putting his hand on his head.

"Crippled there by my Yorkshire blood,--my mother.

Never mind; outside of this life, blood or circumstance matters nothing." They walked on slowly towards town.