I mean that the point is that vividness of perception is the essential factor of
beauty; but, of course, vividness may be created by a whisper. "
"Ah!" ejaculated the widow, hiding her face. The summons was instantly answered by a shop-boy. Rain pounded the tin roof,
and waterfalls obscured the pavilion into its own private
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chamber. One has to train one’s self not to. Hill was seated. Blank it was, except for a gate near the
bridgehead. Sebastian slowed the car after they had traveled
seventy miles into the countryside. She calls us her guests, but in reality we are her
prisoners. The uncanny directness of those gray eyes, the absence of diffidence,
the beauty of the face in profile (full, it seemed a little too broad to make for
perfect beauty), the mellow voice that came full and free, without hesitance, all
combined to mark her as the most unusual young woman he had ever met. I can fairly understand Ruth; but
you…!"
"Have you ever been so lonely that the soul of you cried in anguish? Twentyfour hours a day to think in, alone?… Perhaps I did not want to go mad from
loneliness.
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