Clara Hopgood

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.