She was off like a bird, bullet, or arrow, impelled by what desire, shot by whom, at what directed, who could say?

“Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)”

“At last she shut the book sharply, lay back, and drew a deep breath, expressive…”

“Why does Samuel Butler say, 'Wise men never say what they think of women'? Wise…”

“What one means by integrity, in the case of the novelist, is the conviction tha…”