Louisa May Alcott,
A Modern Mephistopheles, and A Whisper in the Dark
“ All beyond was radiantly bright and blooming; and as Canaris, passing first to hold back the thorny boughs, stood an instant, bathed in the splendor of the early sunshine, Gladys exclaimed, her face full of the tender idolatry of a loving woman,—“O Felix, you are so good, so great, so beautiful, if it were not wicked, I should worship you!”“God forbid! Do not love me too much, Gladys: I do not deserve it.”“How can I help it, when I feel very like the girl who lost her heart to the Apollo?” she answered, feeling that she never could love too much. ”
