She was glad to be in this region, which, theoretically, she knew by heart--glad to find herself in the body, where in the spirit she had come so many a time.

The mere consciousness of this seemed to refresh her.

She thought she would be much happier in London; that in the long years to come that must be borne, it would be good for her to have something to do as well as to hope for; something to fight with as well as to endure.
Now more than ever came pulsing in and out of her memory a line once repeated in her hearing, with an observation of how "true" it was.
And though originally it was applied by a man to a woman, and she smiled sometimes to think how "unfeminine" some people--Selina for instance--would consider her turning it the other way, still she did so.

She believed that, for woman as for man, that is the purest and noblest love which is the most self-existent, most independent of love returned; and which can say, each to the other equally on both sides, that the whole solemn purpose of life is, under God's service, "If not to win, to feel more worthy thee." Such thoughts made her step firmer and her heart lighter; so that she hardly noticed the distance they must have walked till the close London air began to oppress her, and the smooth glaring London pavements made her Stowbury feet ache sorely.
"Are you tired, Elizabeth?
Well, we'll rest soon.

There must be lodgings near here.