37/38 But she was startled, feeling herself perilously cast afloat from old moorings. She began bravely and easily, with a choice literary flavour. She could imagine them readily, but could not, in truth, describe them. She was shocked to discern that for the first time in her correct life there were distinctly imagined sensations which she could not bring herself to word, even in a volume forever sacred to her own eyes. A long time she sat imagining. |