Gradually she got quite used to his doctrine, and as she got used to it, it seemed less dreadful, and rather less sad.

What wickedness could there be in denying a God whom the very works attributed to him declared not to exist! Mr.
Faber was a man of science, and knew it.

She could see for herself that it must draw closer the bonds between human beings, to learn that there was no such power to hurt them or aid them, or to claim lordship over them, and enslave them to his will.

For Juliet had never had a glimpse of the idea, that in oneness with the love-creating Will, alone lies freedom for the love created.

When Faber perceived that his words had begun and continued to influence her, he, on his part, grew more kindly disposed toward her superstitions.
Let me here remark that, until we see God as He is, and are changed into His likeness, all our beliefs must partake more or less of superstition; but if there be a God, the greatest superstition of all will be found to have consisted in denying him.
"Do not think me incapable," he said one day, after they had at length slid back into their former freedom with each other, "of seeing much that is lovely and gracious in the orthodox fancies of religion.