Our young woman was to have passed, in all her adventure, no stranger moments; for she not only now saw her companion fairly agree to take her then for the poor little person she was finding it so easy to appear, but fell, in a secret, responsive ecstasy, to wondering if there were not some supreme abjection with which she might be inspired.

Vague, but increasingly brighter, this possibility glimmered on her.

It at last hung there adequately plain to Charlotte that she had presented herself once more to (as they said) grovel; and that, truly, made the stage large.

It had absolutely, within the time, taken on the dazzling merit of being large for each of them alike.
"I'm glad to see you alone--there's something I've been wanting to say to you.

I'm tired," said Mrs.Verver, "I'm tired--!" "Tired-- ?" It had dropped the next thing; it couldn't all come at once; but Maggie had already guessed what it was, and the flush of recognition was in her face.
"Tired of this life--the one we've been leading.