She would have to watch it with an aloofness more delicate and yet more warmly sensitive than any other.

In the days when she first thought of him as like one who is listening to a far-off sound, it seemed possible that in the clamour of louder echoes this one might lose itself and at last die away even from memory.

It was youth's way to listen and youth's way to find it easy to forget.

He heard many reverberations in these days and had much reason for thought and action.

He thought a great deal, he worked energetically, he came and went, he read and studied, he obeyed orders and always stood ready for new ones.