He was revelling in the beauty of the girl before him, in her perfect outward self, in her unique personality.

The more subtle, the deeper part of her, the searching soul never to be content with superficial reasons and the obvious cause, these he did not know--was he ever to know?
It was the law of her nature that she was never to deceive herself, to pretend anything, nor to forgive pretence.

To see things, to look beyond the Hedge, that was to be a passion with her; already it was nearly that.
"Of course," Philip continued, "you must tell me everything, and I'll understand.

And as for what we'll think of this in another year, why, doesn't it hold to reason that we'll think it the best day of our lives--as it is, Guida ?" He smiled at her, and touched her shining hair.

"Evil can't come out of good, can it?
And this is good, as good as anything in the world can be....