I am not unaccustomed to fasting when what is offered does not interest me." "You mean that boarding house of yours in town ?" "Yes.

Also, when mother and I kept house with an oil stove and two rooms the odour of medicine and my own cooking left me rather indifferent to the pleasures of Lucullus." "You poor child!" "Not at all to be pitied--as long as I had mother," she said, with a quiet gravity that silenced him.
Up, up, and still up they climbed, the fat horse walking leisurely, nipping at blackberry leaves here, snatching at tender maple twigs there.

The winged mountain beauties--Diana's butterflies--bearing on their velvety, blue-black pinions the silver bow of the goddess, flitted ahead of the horse--celestial pilots to the tree-clad heights beyond.
Save for the noise of the horse's feet and the crunch of narrow, iron-tired wheels, the stillness was absolute under the azure splendour of the heavens.
"I am not yet quite at my ease--quite accustomed to it," she said.
"To what, Valerie ?" "To the stillness; to the remote horizons....

At night the vastness of things, the height of the stars, fascinate me to the edge of uneasiness.
And sometimes I go and sit in my room for a while--to reassure myself....

You see I am used to an enclosure--the walls of a room--the walled-in streets of New York....