Summary

Portrait of Guy Wetmore Carryl Guy Wetmore Carryl Far from the Maddening Girls — Chapter 4 (1904)

At length, in a pure white passion, I strode off through the woods, turned my ankle, was caught in a drenching thunder-shower, and said two or seven things which have no place in these innocent pages. It was a day which caused me to look upon time as a soporific snail, a day to be remembered with awe and loathing, a day at which to hurl a black, black stone, with careful aim. Above all, it was a day to prove how much a man may suffer through no fault of his own.
On the morning following, however, Darius reappeared, the bearer of a note from Miss Berrith.
Source: Wikisource

Portrait of Guy Wetmore Carryl Guy Wetmore Carryl Far from the Maddening Girls — Chapter 4 (1904)

One’s power of conversation is like a bottle of choice perfumery. The glass stopper of disuse has a distressful way of sticking, when left too long in place, and one must resort to sweet oil and glycerine and hot water to make the contents available again. Day after day of self-communion was having something of this effect on me. I was in need of a companion with whom to talk, and, for lack of a better, I turned to Darius Doane. Galvin was out of the question.
Source: Wikisource

Get perspective with Kwize: daily news enlightened by great literature