Already she could feel the stunning weight of a lifetime of regret for letting him go, and she knew that it was enought to bury her alive.

Even when a girl is married she still never completely leaves her mother and father's home.

She found herself longing for home-not just for the hotel but for New York and all the real novels that she could lose herself in there.

He turned his dark eyes on the girl whom he had dreamed of so often over the previous months. Beside him, at that very moment of existence, at the heart of torrential downpour, she was exquisitely real, and she, too, seemed content to go on sitting there forever.

Things only looked wrong when there was someone to see you.

She considered herself unconventional.

Instead, he sat in the parlor of his family's Fifth Avenue mansion, growing older by the minute just like everybody else.