Edith Wharton,
The Reef — Chapter XI
(1912)
“ Yet Anna was intensely aware that as soon as they began to talk more intimately they would feel that they knew each other less well.They passed out onto the terrace and down the steps to the gravel walk below. The delicate frosting of dew gave the grass a bluish shimmer, and the sunlight, sliding in emerald streaks along the tree-boles, gathered itself into great luminous blurs at the end of the wood-walks, and hung above the fields a watery glory like the ring about an autumn moon."It's good to be here," Darrow said. ”
