But with every word she was drawing further and further into herself, so he gave that up, and only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying to touch what was no longer tangible, struggling unhappily, undespairingly, toward that lost voice across the room.

“At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That's a fo…”

“Téged is meglep?– Micsoda?– Hogy megint két ember vagyunk? Te nem szoktál erre …”

“We haven’t met for many years, said Daisy, her voice as matter-of-fact as it co…”

“They seemed nearer, not only mentally, but physically when they read ... Their …”