So she mused, and her foes again ranged themselves over against her.
There was nothing to support her but something veiled, which would
not altogether disclose or explain itself. Nevertheless, in a few
minutes, her enemies had vanished, like a mist before a sudden wind,
and she was once more victorious. Precious and rare are those divine
souls, to whom that which is aerial is substantial, the only true
substance; those for whom a pale vision possesses an authority they
are forced unconditionally to obey.