“How very lovable her face was to him. Yet there was nothing ethereal about it; all was real vitality, real warmth, real… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
“Perfect, he, as a lover, might have called them off-hand. But no—they were not perfect. and it was the touch of the… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
It was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
