It Was Still Early, And The Sun's

We Ought To Have Lived In Mental Communion, And No More.

When Yellow Lights Struggle With Blue Shades In Hairlike Lines.

To Have Lost Is Less Disturbing Than To Wonder If We May Possibly Have Won; And Eustacia Could Now, Like Other People At Such A Stage, Take A Standing-point Outside Herself, Observe Herself As A Disinterested Spectator, And Think What A Sport For Heaven This Woman Eustacia Was.

He Wished She Knew His Impressions; But He Would As Soon Have Thought Of Carrying An Odour In A Net As Of Attempting To Convey The Intangibilities Of His Feeling In The Coarse Meshes Of Language. So He Remained Silent.

The First Cause Worked Automatically Like A Somnambulist, And Not Reflectively Like A Sage.