They had done nothing but wait, and had become poetical. How easy to the smallest building; how impossible to most men. - Thomas Hardy

You simply mean that you flirted outrageously with him, poor old chap, and then repented, and to make reparation, married him, though you tortured yourself to death by doing it.

We two kept house, the Past and I, The Past and I; I tended while it hovered nigh, Leaving me never alone.

Beautiful city! so venerable, so lovely, so unravaged by the fierce intellectual life of our century, so serene!… Her ineffable charm keeps ever calling us to the true goal of all of us, to the ideal, to perfection