We came to Birchwood Manor because Edward said this it was haunted. It wasn't, not then, but it's a dull man who lets truth stand in the way of a good story, and Edward was never that. His passion, his blinding faith in whatever he professed, was one of the things I fell in love with. He had the preacher's zeal, a way of expressing opinions that minted them into gleaming currency. A habit of drawing people to him, of firing in them enthusianms they hadn't known were theirs, making all but himself and his convictions fade.
..... The Clockmaker's Daughter by Kate Morton
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