She had never before given him such a fascinating vision of herself.

All the eagerness of youth for a strange life, for great distances, for a future in which there was an air of adventure, of combat--a subtle thought of redress and conquest, had filled her with an intense excitement, which she returned to the giver with a more open and exquisite display of tenderness.
He left her to walk down the hill, and directly he found himself alone he became sober.

That irreparable change a death makes in the course of our daily thoughts can be felt in a vague and poignant discomfort of mind.

It hurt Charles Gould to feel that never more, by no effort of will, would he be able to think of his father in the same way he used to think of him when the poor man was alive.

His breathing image was no longer in his power.