One never gets anything worth having by post.

“Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that. Memory runs her needle …”

“It seemed to her such nonsense-inventing differences, when people, heaven knows…”

“I sincerely hope I’ll never fathom you. You’re mystical, serene, intriguing; yo…”

“If I could believe," said Rhoda, "that I should grow old in pursuit and change,…”