"And the twelfth stroke of midnight sounded; the twelfth stroke of midnight, Thursday, the eleventh of October, Nineteen Hundred and Twenty Eight." p. 162

"It is certain indeed that many ladies were ready to show him their favours. The names of three at least were freely coupled with him in marriage—Clorinda, Favilla, Euphrpsyne—so he called them his three sonnets." p. 14

"So he waited in the darkness. Suddenly he was struck in the face by a blow, soft, yet heavy on the side of his cheek. So strong with expectation was he, that he started and put his hand to his sword. The blow was repeated a dozen times on forehead and cheek. The dry frost has lasted so long that it took him a minute to realise that these were raindrops falling, the blows were the blows of rain." p. 28

"She burst into a passion...