She was not accustomed to taste the joys of solitude except in company.
To have you here, you mean-in reach and yet out of reach? To meet you in this way, on the sly? It's the very reverse of what I want.
Who's 'they'? Why don't you all get together and be 'they' yourselves?
whatever the uses of a room, they are seriously interfered with if it be not preserved as a world by itself.
It frightened him to think what must have gone to the making of her eyes.
...I have always lived on contrasts! To me the only death is monotony. Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins.