He felt that she was withdrawing from him as truly as if she had been again walking away, although now she stood still where his renewal of talk had stopped her.
He tried again to grasp at the moment of gracious chance, to claim her interest, but failed.
He went on down the road.

He had not guessed the lady had seen his heart, for he hardly saw it himself; yet he called himself a blundering fool.

He wondered that he had dared to talk with her so long, yet he wondered more that he had not dared to talk longer.

In all this he never thought of social grades, as he had done in connection with the smiles of the Miss Browns.

Sophia Rexford had struck his fancy more as a superior being; and to angels, or to the Madonna, we do not seek to recommend ourselves by position or pedigree.
The strong, clear evening light, tinted with gold, was upon everything.
He felt that if he could but live near the woman he had left, the problem of living would become simple, and the light of life's best hours would shine for him always; but he entered into no fine distinction of ideal friendships..