helping
Mr。Bankes
to a
specially
tender
piece,of
eternity;as
she had
already
felt about
something
different
once
before
that
afternoon;there
is a
coherence
in
things,a
stability;something,she
meant,is
immune
from
change,and
shines
out(she
glanced at
the window
with its
ripple of
reflected
lights)in
the face
of the
flowing,the
fleeting,the
spectral,like
a ruby;so
that again
tonight
she had
the
feeling
she had
had once
today,already,of
peace,of
rest。Of
such
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