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“She played unintermittingly—played as if the music was her only refuge from herself. Sometimes her fingers touched the notes with a lingering fondness—a soft, plaintive, dying tenderness, unutterably beautiful and mournful to hear; sometimes they faltered and failed her, or hurried over the instrument mechanically, as if their task was a burden to them.”

“‘The winter is coming - ah, my love, the winter is coming soon!’ In her heart and in mine it had come already!”

“The sharp autumn breeze that scattered the dead leaves at our feet came as cold to me, on a sudden, as if my own mad hopes were dead leaves too, whirled away by the wind like the rest.”

“I should have asked why any room in the house was better than home to me when she entered it, and barren as the desert when she went out again.”