How flattering,” I grumbled. “My soul glows.
I am so imperfect, can you love me when really my soul is deformed? Will you love me anyhow?
He can have my body, but he will never have my soul. never!
I have sold my soul to the devil.
Above all else, deep in my soul, I'm a tough Irishwoman.
So now the devil's in my soul.
Because it appears to me a hazardous thing to exchange my soul for my shadow.
The less I spent on myself and the more I gave to others, the fuller of happiness and blessing did my soul become.
The Lord saved my soul.
My soul has gained the freedom of the night