Thus all that Art and Con had to do, when the night was favourable, was to advance a little way along the avenue, until they reached the place whence the light, if it was burning, must be visible, as a glow, a feeble glow, in the air, and thence to go on, towards the back door, or to go back, towards the gate, as the case might be.

I'm no paedophobe, but I'm quite relieved that the children are back at school.

“Hold your confounded tongue!” he bawled. “You can't do right for doing wrong, can you? No, by G-d! […]

The kingdom of God, then, as contained in Christ is predeterminately the kingdom of grace.