Her imagination was by habit ridiculously active; when the door was not open it jumped out of the window.

She was not accustomed indeed to keep it behind bolts; and at important moments, when she would have been thankful to make use of her judgement alone, she paid the penalty of having given undue encouragement to the faculty of seeing without judging.

At present, with her sense that the note of change had been struck, came gradually a host of images of the things she was leaving behind her.

The years and hours of her life came back to her, and for a long time, in a stillness broken only by the ticking of the big bronze clock, she passed them in review.

It had been a very happy life and she had been a very fortunate person--this was the truth that seemed to emerge most vividly.