Divine he may be; in every man there is the possibility, the nucleus, of divinity; but it has not yet shaken off the beast of the fields which blindly, obstinately, without intelligence, hinders the onward path of its progress.
It was this part of her nature, then, in Sally that answered to the display of the lower instincts in Traill.

By reason of that part of her, she understood it; by reason of it also, and because she loved him, she was neither thwarted nor dismayed in her desire to win him to herself.
"I do hate myself for doing that!" she exclaimed afresh, when she had finished the brandy he had poured out for her.

"Did I say anything foolish, silly--did I?
Oh, I hope I didn't.

What happened ?" Traill laughed good-naturedly at her apprehension.
"You didn't say a word; you just moaned and tumbled off.

Pitched against me.