Then stay with me a little longer,' Madame Olenska said in a low tone, just touching his knee with her plumed fan. It was the lightest touch, but it thrilled him like a caress.

... even in houses commonly held to be 'booky' one finds, nine times out of ten, not a library but a book-dump.

There was no use in trying to emancipate a wife who had not the dimmest notion that she was not free.

They are all alike you know. They hold their tongues for years and you think you're safe, but when the opportunity comes they remember everything.

How I hate everything!

Her failure was a useful preliminary to success.

The short story, free from the longuers of the novel is also exempt from the novel's conclusiveness--too often forced and false: it may thus more nearly than the novel approach aesthetic and moral truth.