Instead the light from the stained-glass windows made the mists and shadows luminous.

A nave, the lofty pillars dividing it from the side aisles, the choir and the altar emerged slowly into view.

From the walls pictures of the Madonna and the saints, unstained and untouched, looked down upon him.

One of the candles near the altar had been lighted, and it burned with a steady, beckoning flame.
The cathedral, a great building for a small town, as happens so often in Europe, presented a warm and cheerful interior to John.

It seemed to him soon after the huge bronze door sank into place behind him that war, cold, desolation and loneliness were shut out.