He had had affairs with young women.

He reckoned that there remained little for him to learn.

He had deliberately watched this young woman at the press.

He had clearly seen her staring under the gas-jet at the copied letter.

And yet in her fierce muscular movements, and in her bendings and straightenings, and in her delicate caressings, and in her savage scowlings and wrinklings, and in her rapt gazings, and in all her awful absorption, he had quite failed to perceive the terrible eager outpouring of a human soul, mighty, passionate, and wistful.