“Near the kiosk the old lady who sold refreshments seemed slowly to be gathering all the shadows of evening about her skirts.”

“The old lady whirled round, and snatched her skirts out of danger. The lad fled on the instant, scrambled up the high board-fence, and disappeared over it.”

“She gathered herself up- rather like collecting her skirts before mountibg a carriage”

“...the air seeming to gather around her like held breath. As if this whole place were a story about her.”

“A man has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping it; and one's religion is never complete and final, it seems, but must always be undergoing modification.”

“She didn't even notice right away that a small animal had come out from behind a nearby car and was slowly making its way toward the trash can she was standing near. She flipped through some old files in her mind, trying to come up with what this thing might be, and after a few seconds decided that--impossible as it seemed--it was a fox.”