"There had been, even in those days, nothing sacrificial in Clare Kendry's idea of life, no allegiance beyond her own immediate desire," (Part 1, Encounter: Chapter 1, p. 2).

"Did that woman, could that woman, somehow know that here before her very eyes on the roof of the Drayton sat a Negro?" (Part 1, Encounter: Chapter 2, p. 7).

"A faint sense of danger brushed her, like the breath of a cold fog," (Part 1, Encounter: Chapter 3, p. 30).

"Not so lonely that that old, queer, unhappy restlessness had begun again within him; that craving for some place strange and different, which at the beginning of her marriage she had had to make such strenuous efforts to repress, and which yet faintly alarmed her, though it now sprang up at gradually lessening intervals," (Part 1, Encounter: Chapter 4, p. 36).

"That Clare should have written, should, even all this considered, have expressed a desire to see her again, did...