And it was a most remarkable, a most moving glance, as if for a moment a lighthouse had looked at me.

“...she had always known under her mind and now she confessed it: her agony had …”

“What did you do on Armistice Night? My beloved is mine and I am his!”

“As Tietjens saw the world, you didn't "talk." Perhaps you didn't even think abo…”

“He was grotesque, really. But joy radiated from his homespuns when you walked b…”