George Eliot,
Adam Bede — Chapter VIII
(1859)
“ I think, sir, when God makes his presence felt through us, we are like the burning bush: Moses never took any heed what sort of bush it was—he only saw the brightness of the Lord. I've preached to as rough ignorant people as can be in the villages about Snowfield—men that look very hard and wild; but they never said an uncivil word to me, and often thanked me kindly as they made way for me to pass through the midst of them." "That I can believe—that I can well believe," said Mr Irwine, emphatically. ”
