Category: Edith Wharton

She walked on, looking for another shop window with a sign in it.

‘Ah, you poor, good man! she said with a sob.

I felt I should never again be interested in Mary Pask, or in anything concerning her.

After all, in the course of his life two great things had happened to him: he had loved romantically, and he must have talked with Pascal.

Beyond them rose the smoke of Westmore.

She could never be an Ambassador’s wife; and as she advanced to welcome her first guests she said to herself that it was the one part she was really made for.

‘You won’t know till long, long afterward.’

On her deck stood Boyne, a lonely man.

It caught him back to the dreadful moment in the lodge when, raising himself up from Rainer’s side, he had looked at his hands and seen that they were red…

I heard him call out, ‘To the station’, and we servants went back alone to the house.