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Page 151 - ... .thankfulness, a happy spaciousness of moral and mental outlook, along with a sense of physical relief, of tension relaxed and pain obliterated. She breathed evenly and freely once more, felt her nerves steady, her body at ease, her confidence restored.4 She learns to love Alexis as she tries to save his soul.
Page 69 - It had grown, in some degree, substantial, taking on, for the most part, definite outline, definite form and shape. — That, namely, of a young man, of notably distinguished bearing, dressed — in as far as, through the sullen evening light, Frances could make out — in clothes of the highest fashion though according to a long discarded colouring and cut.
Page 149 - Mysteries were in process of being revealed to her. She also, though in an inverse position, was "breaking through.
Page 49 - But searched, looking through, rather than at, all objects presented to them, as though striving to wrest an answer, wrest knowledge, from some not readily penetrable medium.
Page 150 - With which supreme act of will and of devoQca: the climax was . . . reached.
Page 230 - Frances, after an instant's hesitation, said as she rose, all of a piece, to her feet. "And why not, why not?
Page 25 - Scotch gillies and all the rest of the gold-washed set out; so that there really remained to her as means of locomotion, only bus, underground, the elusive taxi, or her own slender, high-instepped feet?
Page 147 - I was terrified both at you and at what you might demand from me. I hastened to leave this house, to go away and try to forget. But I wasn't permitted to forget. While I was away much concerning you was told me, which changed my feeling towards you and showed me my duty.