Both were well-built, young, vigorous, attractive.

But life had dealt differently with them, and they were dealing differently with life.

That made a difference big as life itself.
From the far country in which she was dreaming she heard Captain Prescott talking about girls.

He was talking sentimentally, but even his sentiment opened no vistas.
And suddenly she remembered how she had at one time thought it possible she would marry him.

The remembrance appalled her; less in the idea of marrying him than in the consciousness of how far she had gone from the place where marrying him suggested itself to her at all.
Life had become different.