Even Orlando (who had no conceit of her person) knew it, for she smiled the involuntary smile which women smile when their own beauty, which seems not their own, forms like a drop falling or a fountain rising and confronts them all of a sudden in the glass.

“Let us turn over the pages, and I will add, for your amusement, a comment in th…”

“What could be more absurd? Yet it is nature's folly, not ours. When she set abo…”

“I went from one to the other holding my sorrow - no, not my sorrow but theincom…”

“We are all women you assure me? Then I may tell you that the very next words I …”