Nevil's inattention piqued him to salt and salt it wonderfully, until the old story of He and She had an exciting savour in its introductory chapter; but his friend was flying through the circles of the Inferno, and the babble of an ephemeral upper world simply affected him by its contrast with the overpowering horrors, repugnances, despairs, pities, rushing at him, surcharging his senses.

Those that live much by the heart in their youth have sharp foretastes of the issues imaged for the soul.

St.Mark's was in a minute struck black for him.

He neither felt the sunlight nor understood why column and campanile rose, nor why the islands basked, and boats and people moved.

All were as remote little bits of mechanism.
Nevil escaped, and walked in the direction of the Frari down calle and campiello.