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“But the old, spontaneous, rapturous spirit no more exalted her. She wanted to be a woman—not a martyr.”

“No more did he listen to the rush and roar of the thunder storm…he grew conscious of an inward storm—the tingling of new chords of thought, strange music of unheard, joyous bells, sad dreams dawning to wakeful delight, dissolving doubt, resorting hope, forces, fire, and freedom, utterable sweetness of desire. A storm in his breast—a storm of real love.”

“The solitude he had hated when alone he had now come to love. He was assimilating something from the valley of gleams and shadows. From this strange girl he was assimilating more.”

“But these were not beautiful cedars. They were gnarled, twisted into weird contortions, as if growth were torture, dead at the tops, shrunken, gray, and old.”

But because you’re a mormon I never felt close to you till now. I don’t know much about religion as religion, but your God and my God are the same.