I don't think that even when I was very young I believed all that she told me.

She seemed to me always to take everything for granted.
Heaven to me was so mysterious and she had such definite knowledge.

I always liked things to be indefinite ...

I do still." He laughed, paused for a moment, but was plainly now off on his fine white horse, charging the air, to be stopped by no mortal challenge.

I had for a moment the thought that I would slip from my seat and leave him; I didn't believe that he would have noticed my absence; but the thought of that small stuffy carriage held me.
But he _was_ conscious of me; like the Ancient Mariner he fixed upon my arm his hand and stared into my eyes: "There were other things that puzzled me.