Imagery:
"The separating years approached them both, like a station down the line, all gain for her and all loss for him."
"He was glad that she [Milly] could still accept fairy stories: a virgin who bore a child, pictures that wept or spoke words of love in the dark. Hawthorne and his kind were equally credulous, but what they swallowed were nightmares, grotesque stories out of science fiction."
Our Man in Havana