She was free from the affectations, gaucheries, commonplaces, wearinesses of many good women he had known.
St.Theresa had been the woman enshrined in the tabernacle of his heart, but life might have been a trifle tiresome if a man were married to a saint.

The saints have no humour, and do not relax.

Life with a woman like Miss Carnegie would be effervescent and stimulating, full of surprises and piquancy.

No, she was not a saint, but he felt by an instinct she was pure, loyal, reverent, and true at the core.

She was a gallant lass, and.