She was writing for everybody, for nobody, for our age, for her own...

“The house was left; the house was deserted. It was left like a shell on a sandh…”

“...Orlando, to whom fortune had given every gift--plate, linen, houses, men-ser…”

“Her eyes were full of a hot liquid (she did not think of tears at first) which,…”

“standing, as now, lean as a knife”