. . . to walk alone in London is the greatest rest.

“Or there were the poets and thinkers. Suppose he had had that passion, and had …”

“With my cheek leant upon the window pane I like to fancy that I am pressing as …”

“Here was a woman about the year 1800 writing without hate, without bitterness, …”

“so that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part …”