“The motions of her mind were as incalculable as the flit of a bird in the branches” — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“The return to reality was as painful as the return to consciousness after taking an anesthetic” — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“They stood together in the gloom of the spruces, an empty world glimmering about them wide and gray under the stars” — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
