Monkish tales to prey upon their superstition, we were taught.

But you can see here what they really were, the wonder tales of a people, the fairy wonder and the blessed happenings come true as they do in dreams.

Oh, it must have been a good time when the saints were on the earth." "You believe in them, then ?" "Here in San Marco, yes.

But not when I am in Bloombury." "Oh!" cried Peter, "are you really from Bloombury?
I knew you were from up country but I hardly dared to hope--if you will permit me----" He searched for his card which she accepted without looking at it.
"You are Mr.Peter Weatheral, aren't you?
Mrs.Merrithew thought she recognized you yesterday." "Is that why she glared at me so?
But anyway I am obliged to her, though I haven't vestige of a recollection of her." "She didn't suppose you had.

Her husband sold you some land once.