I don't deny he isn't dangerous, but so is Pobloff, and so is Doogan, for that matter, and this man Keenan as well!" "But they would never crush and smash you, as MacNutt will, if the chance comes!" she persisted passionately.

"You don't see and understand it, because you are so close to it and so deep in it.

It's like traveling along this little Riviera railway.

It's so crooked and tunneled and close under the mountains that even though we went up and down it, for a year, from Nice to Nervi, we could never say that we had seen the Riviera!" Durkin looked out at the terraced hills, at the undulating fields and the heaped masses of blue mountains under the white Italian moonlight, and did not speak for several seconds.
He had always carried, while with her, the vague but sustained sense of being shielded.

Until then her hand had always seemed to guard him, impersonally, as the hand of a busy seeker guards and shelters a candle.