A wedding is one of the most lamentable spectacles on earth.

The city atmosphere certainly has improved her. Some way she doesn't seem like the same woman.

A bird with a broken wing was beating the air above, reeling, fluttering, circling disabled, down, down to the water

A certain light was beginning to dawn dimly within her,—the light which, showing the way, forbids it.

She felt like a chess player who, by the clever handling of his pieces, sees the game taking the course intended. Her eyes were bright and tender with a smile as they glanced up into his; and her lips looked hungry for the kiss which they invited.

There are some people who leave impressions not so lasting as the imprint of an oar upon the water.

The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude.