...her soul rusted with that grievance sticking in it

“she read, and so reading she was ascending, she felt, on to the top, on to the …”

“The streamers of my consciousness waver out and are perpetually torn and distre…”

“How fast the stream flows from January to December!”

“Yes, yes, I'm coming. Right up the top of the house. One moment I'll linger. Ho…”