School solitude, conventual silence and stagnation, anything seemed preferable to living embroiled with Dr.
John.

As to Ginevra, she might take the silver wings of a dove, or any other fowl that flies, and mount straight up to the highest place, among the highest stars, where her lover's highest flight of fancy chose to fix the constellation of her charms: never more be it mine to dispute the arrangement.

Long I tried to catch his eye.

Again and again that eye just met mine; but, having nothing to say, it withdrew, and I was baffled.

After tea, he sat, sad and quiet, reading a book.