“Jared kept walking down the hall past rows of dead aristocrats. He was looking for someone. Then he saw her name, ELINOR LYNBURN, in faded gold on black wood. She looked even weirder than the dude in the white wig. She was wearing a cone-shaped headdress with a veil, and she seemed to be bald, which was hard luck on Elinor.”
“Elinor looked at him with greater astonishment than ever. She began to think that he must be in liquor...”
“She was utterly unlike what she had been when he first saw her. Both morally and physically she had changed for the worse. [...] He looked at her as a man looks at a faded flower he has gathered, with difficulty recognizing in it the beauty for which he picked and ruined it.”
“Elinor agreed to it all, for she did not think he deserved the compliment of rational opposition.”
“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.”
“He went down trying not to look long at her, as though she were the sun, but he saw her, as one sees the sun, without looking.”