Her feeling for Mr Brooks was so much the most important part of her life that it seemed like something which did not belong to her, but which she had to carry about with her, at work or in her room, there was no difference. She had a kind of affection, too, for the love itself, which was so strong, but maintained itself on so little. There had been a time, not at all long ago, when she hadn’t had this responsibility, but it was hard for her to remember how she had felt then.

I think one should never be too busy to teach those who are anxious to learn.

I’m afraid I’m not accustomed to the poor light, Mrs James.’ ‘Look at the sky, father. Keep your eyes on the lightest part of the sky and they’ll adapt little by little.

Annie – although she also knew that those who don’t speak have to pay it off in thinking – was resolved on silence. Whatever happened, and after all she was obliged to see Mr brooks two or three times every day, though she by no means looked forward to it, feeling herself more truly alive when she could picture him steadily without seeing him – whatever happened, he needn’t know how daft she was.

She had a kind heart, though that is not of much use when it comes to the matter of self-preservation.

Tilda cared nothing for the future, and had, as a result, a great capacity for happiness.

Old age is not the same thing as historical interest,’ he said. ‘Otherwise we should both of us be more interesting than we are.

Her courage, after all, was only a determination to survive. The.

I enjoy very little leisure in the evenings. But don’t misunderstand me, I find a good book at my bedside of incalculable value. When I eventually retire I’ve no sooner read a few pages than I’m overwhelmed with sleep.

Richard was the kind of man who has two clean handkerchiefs on him at half past three in the morning.