There was no use in trying to emancipate a wife who had not the dimmest notion that she was not free.
Edith WhartonIn a sky of iron the points of the Dipper hung like icicles and Orion flashed his cold fires.
Edith WhartonApart from the pleasure of looking at her and listening to her-of enjoying in her what others less discriminatingly but as liberally appreciated-he had the sense, between himself and her, of a kind of free-masonry of precocious tolerance and irony. They had both, in early youth, taken the measure of the world they happened to live in: they knew just what it was worth to them and for what reasons, and the community of these reasons lent to their intimacy its last exquisite touch.
Edith Wharton