This may have been in part because the low and foundering wall between the empty meadows and her own recess of greenery had always seemed to her like the boundary between two worlds. On the one side freedom, the wild; on this, Miss Lennox, and a sort of captivity. There Reality; here (her ‘duties’ almost forgotten) the confines of a kind of waking dream. For this reason, if for no other, she at the same time longed for and yet in a way dreaded the afternoon’s regular reprieve. (Location 800)
Note: dartmoor
The whole episode is over and done with – so far at least as anything can be done with in a world where even the whirr of a grasshopper never ceases to echo. (Location 7893)
Then again, it’s a pretty little habit of yours to assume that life in these days is all but played-out and that the only things worth much consideration are of the mind or by way of books. In other words, that the really raw material of life is fit only for the newspapers, the police-courts, and the ‘movies’. (Location 7898)
