charnel

And who talks of error now? I scarcely think the notion that flittered across my brain was an error. I believe it was an inspiration rather than a temptation: it was very genial, very soothing__ know that. Here it comes again! It is no devil, I assure you; or if it be, it has put on the robes of an angel of light. I think I must admit so fair a guest when it asks entrance to my heart.___istrust it, sir; it is not a true angel.___nce more, how do you know? By what instinct do you pretend to distinguish between a fallen seraph of the abyss and a messenger from the eternal throne__etween a guide and a seducer?___ judged by your countenance, sir, which was troubled when you said the suggestion had returned upon you. I feel sure it will work you more misery if you listen to it.___ot at all__t bears the most gracious message in the world: for the rest, you are not my conscience-keeper, so don__ make yourself uneasy. Here, come in, bonny wanderer!__e said this as if he spoke to a vision, viewless to any eye but his own; then, folding his arms, which he had half extended, on his chest, he seemed to enclose in their embrace the invisible being.__ow,_ he continued, again addressing me, __ have received the pilgrim__ disguised deity, as I verily believe. Already it has done me good: my heart was a sort of charnel; it will now be a shrine.