"Far grander!--less lass-like and flesh-like. You wondered why she hadn't wings and a crown. She was a stately, peaceful angel was my Mary."
"And you could not persuade her to love you?"
"Not with all I could do, though I prayed Heaven many a time, on my bended knees, to help me."
"Mary Cave was not what you think her, Yorke. I have seen her picture at the rectory. She is no angel, but a fair, regular-featured, taciturn-looking woman--rather too white and lifeless for my taste. But, supposing she had been something better than she was----"

"Far grander! You wondered why she hadn't wings and a crown. She was a stately, peaceful angel, was my Mary."
"Mary Cave was not what you think her, Yorke. I have seen her picture at the rectory. She is no angel, but a fair, regular-featured woman - rather too lifeless for my taste. But supposing-"
