“On Sunday night and again on Tuesday we were both out of bed, exploring and listening. We had begun to distrust the evidence of our senses, feel our hearts lurch at shadows, and take every murmur of winds and waves… — Dorothy Macardle Copy Share Image
“I think that school of yours sounds stuffy. Weren’t you glad to leave it?’ ‘I was! Especially at first.’ ‘Then you began to feel… — Dorothy Macardle Copy Share Image
“We are all poor sinful creatures, and the wiser we grow, the harder it is for us to avoid falling into sin. I sometimes… — Dorothy Macardle Copy Share Image
“On Sunday night and again on Tuesday we were both out of bed, exploring and listening. We had begun to distrust the evidence of… — Dorothy Macardle Copy Share Image
“She smiled at me, but I could not respond. I was filled with foreboding. An hour ago all had been well; we had stood… — Dorothy Macardle Copy Share Image
“Like many people who have active imaginations and dream a good deal she is a morning sluggard and likes to breakfast in her room.” — Dorothy Macardle Copy Share Image
“A phrase Max had used bothered me. I was not to be surprised if my work underwent a change. I might find it becoming… — Dorothy Macardle Copy Share Image
“Pamela’s prescription was simple: give the summer mornings to Cliff End, then, in September, go full blast at the book. Specious, but I knew… — Dorothy Macardle Copy Share Image
“What a pity that one forgets!’ she said. ‘No,’ I replied tersely, ‘it is one of nature’s best dispensations. You should be living in… — Dorothy Macardle Copy Share Image
