"Pigeon-hole and label them?
Or fling them, like your winter repentance, in the Fire of Spring ?" "What are you going to do with yours, Virginia ?" "Nothing.

They are not disturbing enough to destroy.

Besides, unlike yours, they are my first memories of indiscretions, and they are too new to forget easily, too incredible yet to hurt.

A woman is seldom hurt by what she cannot understand." He passed one arm around her supple waist; they halted; he turned her toward him.
"What is it you don't understand ?" "This." "My kissing you?
Like this ?" She neither avoided nor returned the caress, looking at him out of impenetrable eyes more green than blue like the deep sea under changing skies.
"Is this what you don't understand, Virginia ?" "Yes; that--and your moderation." His smile changed, but it was still a smile.
"Nor I," he said.

"Like our friend, Warren Hastings, I am astonished.
But there our resemblance ends." The eagle on the wet sands ruffled, shook his silvery hackles, and looked around at them.