But these fancies were not marked enough not not to be thrown off, and it is only in the light, or the gloom, I should rather say, of other and subsequent matters that they now come back to me.
Susie had an intense thought and then an effusion. ‘My dear child, we move in a labyrinth.’ ‘Of course we do. That’s just the fun of it!’ said Milly with a strange gaiety. Then she added: ‘Don’t tell me that – in this for instance – there are not abysses. I want abysses.
It was the first time, in a manner, that I had known space and air and freedom, all the music of summer and all the mystery of nature.
I was dazzled by their loveliness.
What young man had ever paraded about that way, without a reason, a maiden in her flower? And.
What was at all events not permanently hidden from him was a truth much less invidious about his years of darkness. It was the strange scheme of things again: the years of darkness had been needed to render possible the years of light.
It all left her, as she wandered off, with the strangest of impressions – the sense, forced upon her as never yet, of an appeal, a positive confidence, from the four pairs of eyes, that was deeper than any negation and that seemed to speak on the part of each for some relation to be contrived by her, a relation with herself, which would spare the individual the danger, the actual present strain, of the relation with the others. They.
But it was as if I had been looking at him for years and had known him always.
They might in short have represented any mystery they would; the point being predominantly that the key to the mystery, the key that could wind and unwind it without a snap of the spring, was there in her pocket – or rather, no doubt, clasped at this crisis in her hand and pressed, as she walked back and forth, to her breast. She.
All these people – the people of the English mother’s side – had been of condition more or less eminent; yet with oddities and disparities that had often since made Maria, thinking them over, wonder what they really quite rhymed to.
What’s a man,’ she pursued, ’especially an ambitious one, without a variety of ideas?
The flash of this knowledge – for it was knowledge in the midst of dread – produced in me the most extraordinary effect.
The day lingered and the last calls of the last birds sounded, in a flushed sky, from the old trees.
His egotism lay like a serpent in a bank of flowers.
Pearls have such a magic that they suit every one.’ ‘They would uncommonly suit you,’ he frankly returned. ‘Oh yes, I see myself!
The place suggested a convent with the modern improvements – an asylum in which privacy, though unbroken, might be not quite identical with privation, and meditation, though monotonous, might be of a cheerful cast.
He reconstructed a possible groping Chad of three or four years before, a Chad who had, after all, simply – for that was the only way to see it – been too vulgar for his privilege. Surely it was a privilege to have been young and happy just there. Well, the best thing Strether knew of him was that he had had such a dream.
I never was what I should be.
An unknown man in a lonely place is a permitted object of fear to a young woman privately bred.
She certainly had been a fact of rapid growth; but the world was wide, each day was more and more a new lesson. There.