"He told me I need not be ill.

He said a rose was not ill when a new bud was blooming on it.

That was one of the lovely things he told me.

There were so many." "It was a beautiful thing, to be sure," said Dowie.
To her wholly untranscendental mind, long trained by patent facts and duties, any suggestion of the occult was vaguely ominous.

She had spent her early years among people who regarded such things with terror.