"I have been there before, you know.

It would be more interesting to hear your own impressions, which must be fresher." Miriam knew that he did not want to speak of France, and wondered why.
But Marvin, eager to talk of his favourite study, seized the suggestion in all innocence.

He had gone to Paris as he had wandered through life, with the mind of a child, eager, receptive, open to impression.

Such minds pass by much that is of value, but to one or two conclusions they bring a perceptive comprehension which is photographic in its accuracy.
"I have followed her history with unflagging interest since boyhood," he said, "but never until now have I understood France.

I walked through the streets of Paris and I looked into the faces of the people, and I realised that the astonishing history of France is true.