Were there only pride in those fine and resolute lines, it might have been a face from some splendid coin, or medal of victory.
"You work too hard," he said.

"Think, instead, of all the good--" But at that she seemed to wince.
"The good?
As if there weren't dark streets and crooked children at home! Oh, the pride and ignorance that sent me here!" She spoke quietly, with a kind of wonder.

"Just blind, ignorant feelings, I took them for--for something too great and mysterious.

It's all very strange to look back on, and try to put into words.

I remember painted glass, and solemn music--and thinking--then!--that I knew this lovely and terrible world--and its Maker and Master." She looked down the dusky lanes, where glowworm lanterns began to bob and wink.