I'd never been of use to anything or anybody, and I'd never had anything, myself, except a kind of haphazard thinking.

But now it's different--I'm still of no use to anybody, and I don't see any prospect of being useful, but I have had something for myself.

I've had a beautiful and happy experience, and it makes my life seem to be--I mean I'm glad I've lived it! That's all; it's your letting me be near you sometimes, as you have, this strange, beautiful, happy little while!" He did not once look up, and reached silence, at the end of what he had to say, with his eyes still awkwardly regarding his feet.

She did not speak, but a soft rustling of her garments let him know that she had gone back to her chair again.

The house was still; the shabby old room was so quiet that the sound of a creaking in the wall seemed sharp and loud.
And yet, when Mary spoke at last, her voice was barely audible.