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‘Beneath the shelter of an aged tree.’ Stephen retraced his steps towards the cottage he had visited only two or three hours previously. He drew near and under the rich foliage growing about the out…
‘Journeys end in lovers meeting.’ Stephen lay watching the Great Bear; Elfride was regarding a monotonous parallelogram of window blind. Neither slept that night. Early the next morning—that is to …
‘Adieu! she cries, and waved her lily hand.’ The few tattered clouds of the morning enlarged and united, the sun withdrew behind them to emerge no more that day, and the evening drew to a close in d…
‘He set in order many proverbs.’ It is London in October—two months further on in the story. Bede’s Inn has this peculiarity, that it faces, receives from, and discharges into a bustling thoroughfa…
‘We frolic while ‘tis May.’ It has now to be realized that nearly three-quarters of a year have passed away. In place of the autumnal scenery which formed a setting to the previous enactments, we ha…
‘A wandering voice.’ Though sheer and intelligible griefs are not charmed away by being confided to mere acquaintances, the process is a palliative to certain ill-humours. Among these, perplexed vex…
‘Then fancy shapes—as fancy can.’ On a day about three weeks later, the Swancourt trio were sitting quietly in the drawing-room of The Crags, Mrs. Swancourt’s house at Endelstow, chatting, and takin…
‘Her welcome, spoke in faltering phrase.’ ‘There is Henry Knight, I declare!’ said Mrs. Swancourt one day. They were gazing from the jutting angle of a wild enclosure not far from The Crags, which …
‘He heard her musical pants.’ The old tower of West Endelstow Church had reached the last weeks of its existence. It was to be replaced by a new one from the designs of Mr. Hewby, the architect who …
‘Love was in the next degree.’ Knight had none of those light familiarities of speech which, by judicious touches of epigrammatic flattery, obliterate a woman’s recollection of the speaker’s abstrac…
