"I went to the synagogue at Frankfort before I came home, and the service impressed me just as much as if I had followed the words—perhaps more."
"Oh, was it great to you? Did it go to your heart?" said Mirah, eagerly. "I thought none but our people would feel that. I thought it was all shut away like a river in a deep valley, where only heaven saw—I mean—" she hesitated, feeling that she could not disentangle her thought from its imagery.
"I understand," said Deronda. "But there is not really such a separation—deeper down, as Mrs. Meyrick says. Our religion is chiefly a Hebrew religion; and since Jews are men, their religious feelings must have much in common with those of other men—just as their poetry, though in one sense peculiar, has a great deal in common with the poetry of other nations. Still it is to be expected that a Jew should feel the forms of his people's religion more than one of another race—and yet"—here Daniel hesitated in his turn—"that is perhaps not always so." (32.77-79)