The Blind Man

They had been brought up near to one another, and all her life he had been her friend, like a brother, but better than her own brothers. She loved him—though not in the marrying sense. There was a sort of kinship between them, an affinity. They understood one another instinctively. But Isabel would never have thought of marrying Bertie. It would have seemed like marrying in her own family.

accepted it in the course of things

lapsed into their solitude again

snatched away off

presence was unbearable

newly and remotely