In the rotation of crops there was a recognized season for wild oats; but they were not sown more than once.

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

She gave so many reasons that I've forgotten them all.

Yes, you have been away a very long time.' 'Oh, centuries and centuries; so long,' she said, 'that I'm sure I'm dead and buried and this dear old place is heaven.

But after a moment a sense of waste and ruin overcame him. There they were, close together and safe and shut in; yet so chained to their separate destinies that they might as well been half the world apart.

Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten rose.

He bent and laid his lips on her hands, which were cold and lifeless. She drew them away, and he turned to the door, found his coat and hat under the faint gas-light of the hall, and plunged out into the winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate.