I am only beginning to understand now.

Even after I had agreed with you, my one ambition was to be different." Her voice died remorsefully away.

From the window further down the terrace the yellow light poured from the windows and fought with the moonlight.

The music of a waltz floated out upon the yearning of many violins.

There was a ripple of distant voices.
"All this week," Joan began again, "I have found myself standing unexpectedly in a strong light before a mirror and utterly scared by the revelation of what I was ...