So the storm passed and every one was happy.
She wanted something to happen - something, anything she did not know what.
She wanted something to happen - something, anything: she did not know what.
When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease - of joy that kills.
A person can't have everything in this world; and it was a little unreasonable of her to expect it.
There are some people who leave impressions not so lasting as the imprint of an oar upon the water.
It is greater than the stars - that moving procession of human energy; greater than the palpitating earth and the things growing thereon.
In the procession I should feel the crushing feet, the clashing discords, the ruthless hands and stifling breath. I could not hear the rhythm of the march.
It was still quite light out of doors, but inside with the curtains drawn and the smouldering fire sending out a dim, uncertain glow, the room was full of deep shadows.
She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.