Emily's mind longed and craved to annex itself to all things fervent, deep, and real.

As she walked on the common grass, she thought the better of it because the feet of Christ had trodden it also.

There were things which she--as the angels--"desired to look into;" but she wanted also to do the right thing, and to love the doing of it.
With all this half Methodistic fervour, and longing to lie close at the very heart of Christianity, she had by nature a strange fearlessness; her religion, which was full of impassioned loyalty, and her faith, which seemed to fold her in, had elements in them of curiosity and awed expectation, which made death itself appear something grand and happy, quite irrespective of a simply religious reason.

It would show her "the rest of it." She could not do long without it; and often in her most joyous hours she felt that the crown of life was death's most grand hereafter..