No man was ever really moved to change his mind by a woman's eloquence, though we will risk our lives for a look of yours, for a touch--for a kiss!' Sister Giovanna sighed and turned from him.

The razor-edge of extremest peril was passed, for the words that left him cold and unbelieving had brought back conviction to her soul.

She could live for him, pray for him, die for him, but she would not sin for him nor lift a hand to loose the vows that bound her to the religious life.
Yet she did not see that she was slowly driving him to a state of temper in which he might break all barriers.

Very good women rarely understand men well until it is too late, because men very rarely make any appeal to what is good in woman, whereas they lie in wait for all her weaknesses.

It is almost a proverbial truth that men of the most lawless nature, if not actually of the worst character, are often loved by saintly women, perhaps because the true saint sees some good in every one and believes that those who have least of it are the ones who need help most.