Sublime

lacuna

enigmatical,

Tragedy had rescued the temple from being entirely a fake.

house in which you incontinently lost yourself if ever you were so rash as to attempt to penetrate its mysteries alone;

in

It was these arcana I craved, these near-invisible textures like a Braille legible only to the initiated. They were like thoroughbreds, those two Murder detectives passing through Ballygobackwards; like trapeze artists honed to a sizzling shine.

Alas! it is the fate of Clara Wieland to fall into the hands of a precipitate and inexorable judge.

Quite a strange man, thought James, watching him go – but what a relief to discover he still contained the capacity to be taken by surprise.