Beauty alone would not suffice; too often it was perceived as a mere mask, veiling horrors; but in the passion and the worship of love was surely a never-failing fountain of growth and power; this the draught that would leave no bitter aftertaste, its enjoyment the final and all-sufficient answer to the riddle of life.

Rossetti put into utterance for her so much that she had not dared to entrust even to the voice of thought.

Her spirit and flesh became one and indivisible; the old antagonism seemed at an end for ever.
Such dreamings as these naturally heightened Maud's dislike for the kind of life her mother led, and she longed unspeakably for the time of her return to London.

They had been at Brighton already nearly a month, when a new circumstance was added to her discomfort.

As she walked with her mother one day, they met their acquaintance, Mr.Budge.