The Wings of the Dove, Volume 1Charles Scribner's Sons, 1902 - American fiction |
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Page 242 - ... resemblance to her own. The lady in question, at all events, with her slightly Michael-angelesque squareness, her eyes of other days, her full lips, her long neck, her recorded jewels, her brocaded and wasted reds, was a very great personage — only unaccompanied by a joy. And she was dead, dead, dead. Milly recognised her exactly in words that had nothing to do with her. "I shall never be better than this.
Page 241 - Once more things melted together — the beauty and the history and the facility and the splendid midsummer glow: it was a sort of magnificent maximum, the pink dawn of an apotheosis coming so curiously soon. What in fact befell was that, as she afterwards made out, it was Lord Mark who said nothing in particular — it was she herself who said all. She couldn't help that — it came; and the reason it came was that she found herself, for the first moment, looking at the mysterious portrait through...
Page 274 - ... told so : she saw them all about her, on seats, digesting the information, recognising it again as something in a slightly different shape familiar enough, the blessed old truth that they would live if they could. All she thus shared with them made her wish to sit in their company ; which she so far did that she looked for a bench that was empty, eschewing a still emptier chair that, she saw hard by, and for which she would have paid, with superiority, a fee.
Page 128 - She had been expected, she had frankly promised, to be restless — that was partly why she was "great" — or was a consequence, at any rate, if not a cause; yet she had not perhaps altogether announced herself as straining so hard at the cord. It was familiar, it was beautiful to Mrs. Stringham that she had arrears to make up, the chances that had lapsed for her through the wanton ways of forefathers fond of Paris, but not of its higher sides, and fond almost of nothing else; but the vagueness,...
Page 54 - He was a longish, leanish, fairish young Englishman, not unamenable, on certain sides, to classification — as for instance by being a gentleman, by being rather specifically one of the educated, one of the generally sound and generally civil; yet, though to that degree neither extraordinary nor abnormal, he would have failed to play straight into an observer's hands.
Page 31 - She saw as she had never seen before how material things spoke to her. She saw, and she blushed to see, that if, in contrast with some of its old aspects, life now affected her as a dress successfully " done up," this was exactly by reason of the trimmings and lace, was a matter of ribbons and silk and velvet.
Page 83 - It had really, her sketch of the affair, a high colour and a great style ; at all of which he gazed a minute as at a picture by a master. "What she must see in you!" "Wonders!" And, speaking it loud, she stood straight up. "Everything. There it is.
Page 104 - Cambridge years, his happy connexion, as it had proved, with his father's college, amply certified to that, to say nothing of his subsequent plunge into London, which filled up the measure. But brave enough though his descent to English earth, he had passed, by the way, through zones of air that had left their ruffle on his wings — he had been exposed to initiations indelible.
Page 54 - ... yet, though to that degree neither extraordinary nor abnormal, he would have failed to play straight into an observer's hands. He was young for the House of Commons, he was loose for the army. He was refined, as might have been said, for the city, and quite apart from the cut of his cloth, he was sceptical, it might have been felt, for the church. On the other hand he was credulous for diplomacy, or perhaps even for science, while he was perhaps at the same time too much in his mere senses for...
Page 106 - The beauty was in everything, and he could have separated nothing — couldn't have thought of her face as distinct from the whole joy. Yet her face had a new light. " And I pledge you — I call God to witness 1 — every spark of my faith ; I give you every drop of my life.