“His hatred for her was now as solid as the boards he lay on, as the stones ringing the firepit.”

“Twice Flush had done his utmost to kill his enemy; twice he had failed. And why had he failed, he asked himself? Because he loved Miss Barrett. Looking up at her from under his eyebrows as she lay, severe and silent on the sofa, he knew that he must love her for ever. Things are not simple but complex. If he bit Mr. Browning he bit her too. Hatred is not hatred; hatred is also love.”

“solid and dense as his own, a nose ring and angelbites.”

“The day she was born,her grandfather made her a ring of silver and a polished stone, because he loved her already.”

“Love or hatred calls for self-surrender. He cuts a fine figure, the warm-blooded, prosperous man, solidly entrenched in his well-being, who one fine day surrenders all to love—or to hatred; himself, his house, his land, his memories.”

“He spoke again as if he hadn’t just shattered his promise and her security. Her house of glass now lay in a pile of shards.”