"It comes unbidden." "To different natures come different dawnings of the immortal white fire!" shrugged Carl.

"My love will be largely a matter of will.

I'm armored heavily." "For a golden key!" scoffed Diane, rising.
"Ah, well," said Carl impudently, "it was well worth a try! I'm sure I could love with all the fiery appurtenances of the Devil himself if I shed the armor.".