This sudden abetting on her part of his resolve gave him a sense of earthquake and revolution, yet he did not call her back or follow her.
He proceeded through the lane to the highway, then a few yards farther to the store, to get his Boston weekly paper.

The mail had come in.

On this warm spring day the loafers on the boxes and barrels within the store had crawled out to the bench on the piazza and sat there in a row.

All mental states have their illustrative lives of body.

This shabby row leaned and lopped and settled upon themselves, into all the lines and curves and downward slants of laziness, and with rank tobacco-smoke curling about them, like the very languid breath of it.