And that means really living, doesn't it ?" "A man like me must seem to you a petty sort of creature." "Oh, I haven't any professional haughtiness," was her laughing reply.
"One kind of work seems to me just as good as another.

It's the spirit of the workman that makes the only differences." "That's it," said Arthur, with a humility which he thought genuine and which was perhaps not wholly false.

"I don't seem to be able to give my heart to my work." "I fancy you'll give it _attention_ hereafter," suggested Madelene.

She had dressed the almost healed finger and was dexterously rebandaging it.
She was necessarily very near to him, and from her skin there seemed to issue a perfumed energy that stimulated his nerves.

Their eyes met.