That was all her comment upon what I told her .-- How women love Love! said I;--but she did not speak.
We came opposite the head of a place or court running eastward from the main street .-- Look down there,--I said,--My friend the Professor lived in that house at the left hand, next the further corner, for years and years.

He died out of it, the other day.
-- Died ?--said the schoolmistress .-- Certainly,--said I .-- We die out of houses, just as we die out of our bodies.

A commercial smash kills a hundred men's houses for them, as a railroad crash kills their mortal frames and drives out the immortal tenants.

Men sicken of houses until at last they quit them, as the soul leaves its body when it is tired of its infirmities.

The body has been called "the house we live in"; the house is quite as much the body we live in.
Shall I tell you some things the Professor said the other day?
-- Do!--said the schoolmistress.
A man's body,--said the Professor,--is whatever is occupied by his will and his sensibility.