His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was

“There was a midsummer restlessness abroad—early August with imprudent loves and…”

“slowly she spread her arms and stood there swan-like, radiating a pride in her …”

“When Vanity kissed Vanity, a hundred happy Junes ago, he pondered o'er her brea…”

“People living alone get used to loneliness.”