The Apostles worked miracles; for they had seen, therefore their faith was perfect.

Since their day nobody's faith has been quite perfect; at least I think not.

The physical part of our nature prevents it.

Or perhaps the miracles still happen, but they are spiritual miracles." Then he sat down by the open window, and gazing at the dreamy beauty of the summer night, he thought, for his soul was troubled.

Once before it had been troubled thus; that was nine years ago, for now he was but little over thirty.