Transcendentalism is a beacon to the angels, even if it be a will-o'-the-wisp to man.

Van Helsing raised his hand over his head for a moment, as though in remonstrance with the Almighty.

But he said not a word, and in a few seconds stood up with his face sternly set.
Lord Godalming grew very pale, and sat breathing heavily.

I was myself half stunned and looked in wonder at one after another.
Quincey Morris tightened his belt with that quick movement which I knew so well.

In our old wandering days it meant "action." Mrs.
Harker grew ghastly white, so that the scar on her forehead seemed to burn, but she folded her hands meekly and looked up in prayer.