There came suddenly an hour after which, as I look back, the business seems to me to have been all pure suffering.
His mind contained several millions of facts, packed too closely together for the light breeze of the imagination to draw through the mass.
I was on the point of saying that a happy chance had favoured him, but it occurs to me that one is under no obligation to call chances by flattering epithets when they have been waited for so long.
She believed me, I was sure, absolutely; if she hadn’t I don’t know what would have become of me, for I couldn’t have borne the strain alone.
I don’t approve of myself in the least. Sometimes it comes over me – how I should object to myself if I were not myself.
She was to feel henceforth as if she were flattening her nose upon the hard window-pane of the sweet-shop of knowledge.
She hadn’t given up yet, and the broken sentence, if she was the last word, would end with a sort of meaning.
The vanity of women had long memories, but she was making no claim on him of a compliment or a mistake.
The mere sense of his grasp in her own covered the ground of loss just as much as the ground of gain. His presence was like an object brought so close to her face that she couldn’t see round its edges.
It was practically the end of everything. I met his kiss and I had to make, while I folded him for a moment in my arms, the most stupendous effort not to cry.
We must see the old king; we must “do” the cathedral,’ he said; ‘we must know all about it. If we could but take,’ he exhaled, ‘the full opportunity!’ And then while, for all they seemed to give him, he sounded again her eyes: ‘I feel the day like a great gold cup that we must somehow drain together.
Why should a set of people have been put in motion, on such a scale and with such an air of being equipped for a profitable journey, only to break down without an accident, to stretch themselves in the wayside dust without a reason?
He fairly glittered in the gloom.
He put into his one little glass everything he raised to his lips, and it was as if he had always carried in his pocket, like a tool of his trade, this receptacle, a little glass cut with a fineness of which the art had long since been lost, and kept in an old morocco case stamped in uneffaceable gilt with the arms of a deposed dynasty.
Life had met him so, half-way, and had turned round so to walk with him, placing a hand in his arm and fondly leaving him to choose the pace.
This was immense, and they thus took final possession of it. They.
In American, the gentlemen obey the ladies.
Mrs. Wix gave a sidelong look. She still had room for wonder at what Maisie knew.
The chance had come – it was an extraordinary one – on the day she first met Densher; and it was to the girl’s lasting honour that she knew on the spot what she was in the presence of.
Charlotte was in pain, Charlotte was in torment, but he himself had given her reason enough for that; and, in respect to the rest of the whole matter of her obligation to follow her husband, that personage and she, Maggie, had so shuffled away every link between consequence and cause that the intention remained, like some famous poetic line in a dead language subject to varieties of interpretation. What.