It was the sweetest place imaginable.

I need not describe it.

It was the cottage one sees in pictures, and reads of in sentimental poetry.

I was leaning over the neatly-cropped hedge, drinking in its beauty, when at one of the tiny casements I saw, looking out at me, a face.

It stayed there only a moment, but in that moment the cottage had become ugly, and I hurried away with a shudder.
"That woman's face reminded me of the incident.