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.

...though she had not had the strength to shake off the spell that bound her to him she had lost all spontaneity of feeling, and seemed to herself to be passively awaiting a fate she could not avert.

Don't you ever mind," she asked suddenly, "not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?

I'd almost say it's the worries that make married folks sacred to each other.

Since the Americans have ceased to have dyspepsia, they have lost the only thing that gave them any expression.

He had to deal all at once with the packed regrets and stifled memories of an inarticulate lifetime.

She wondered if, when human souls try to get too near each other, they do not inevitably become mere blurs to each other's vision.