[T]here is no such mine, / None; but a gulf of ruin, swallowing gold, not making.

As they walked, Shelby reached down and gently took Alan's hand to hold. They warmly exchanged a smile with each other just before Shelby looked down and Alan blushed. Whenever she was with Alan he made her feel like an innocent girl again.

Finally came Mr. Banhart, who was happily complicated: he served as comic relief, loud contrast, an embodiment of the music’s stereotypes and an overturner of them.

Dart not scornful glances from those eyes.