I glanced back at the closed windows of his room and wondered if he saw us, and if he thought that I was happy.
The length of that day! The glare of that sun! The chill of that unnatural wind! Every moment seemed to me an hour.

I can remember with such distinctness the whole day, each thing as it happened; conversations which seemed so senseless, preparations which seemed so endless.

The taste of the things I tried to eat: the smell of the grass on which we sat, and the pine-trees above our heads: the sound of fire blazing under the teakettle, and the pained sensation of my eyes when the smoke blew across into our faces: the hateful vibration of Mary Leighton's laugh: all these things are unnaturally vivid to me at this day.
I don't know what the condition of my brain must have been, to have received such an exaggerated impression of unimportant things.
"What can I do for you, Miss Pauline ?" said Kilian, throwing himself down on the grass at my feet.

I could not sit down for very impatience, but was walking restlessly about, and was now standing for a moment by a great tree under which the table had been spread.

It was four o'clock, and there was only vague talk of going home; the horses had not yet been brought up, the baskets were not a quarter packed.