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'Henrietta, however, does smell of the Future - it almost knocks one down!'

'What have you really made of your life?' he said in a low, quick tone.

'Oh, Gilbert, for a man who was so fine - !' she exclaimed in a long murmur.

There was some in his friendship that appeared a kind of resource in case of indefinite need; it was like having a large balance at the bank.

It was the house of darkness, the house of dumbness, the house of suffocation.

Warburton on Osmond: 'He must be very clever.'
'He has a genius for upholstery,' said Isabel.

Gilbert Osmond was in love, and he had never deserved less than during these still, bright days... the harsh criticism passed upon him by Ralph Touchett.

This suburban wilderness, during the early hours, was void of all intruders, and our young lady, joined by her lover in the quietest part, strolled with him a while through the grey Italian shade and listened to the nightingale.

And now that he had seen Lord Warburton, whom he thought a very fine example of his race and order, he perceived a new attraction in the idea of taking to himself a young lady who had qualified herself to figure in his collection of choice objects by declining so noble a hand.