He became from this moment to my mind the interesting figure in the piece.
Now that he had acted without my aid I was free to show him this, and having on his own side something to show me he repeatedly knocked at my door.

What he brought with him on these occasions was a simplicity so huge that, as I turn my ear to the past, I seem even now to hear it bumping up and down my stairs.

That was really what I saw of him in the light of his behaviour.

He had fallen in love as he might have broken his leg, and the fracture was of a sort that would make him permanently lame.

It was the whole man who limped and lurched, with nothing of him left in the same position as before.