kindling all over with pleasure at the thought of the past.

“Books are the mirrors of the soul.”

“He was a thorough good sort; a bit limited; a bit thick in the head; yes; but a…”

“And she wanted to say not one thing, but everything. Little words that broke up…”

“It’s on the field, it’s on the pane, it’s in the sky — beauty; and I can’t get …”