Henry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt a little proud that she could love him.

A young lady's most natural ally is her sister although sometimes our own relatives are as inscrutable to us as an antipodean.

But in that moment she realized how false most smiles were and what a tremendous waste of time.

Love is all right, as things go, but lovers can be a terrible waste of a girl's time.

The world is such a marvel - it gave you trials, but if you were still and concentrated, if you tried to do the right thing, it always provided you with salvation.

She was like a heroine in a novel that she herself was writing the character kept protesting that she was too strong for love and yet the narrator went on describing her desire.

There was plenty of life left and if he had to he would use it all to get her back. The time had passed for making promises to her-all that was left for him was to act.