She then rose again and walked on.

Slowly her mind became less confused and sought the origins of her exaltation, which were twofold and could be limited by an effort to the persons of Mr.Hirst and Mr.
Hewet.

Any clear analysis of them was impossible owing to the haze of wonder in which they were enveloped.

She could not reason about them as about people whose feelings went by the same rule as her own did, and her mind dwelt on them with a kind of physical pleasure such as is caused by the contemplation of bright things hanging in the sun.

From them all life seemed to radiate; the very words of books were steeped in radiance.