One sees that dead, vacant look steal over the rarest, finest of women's faces... in the very midst, it may be, of their warmest summer's day; and then one can guess at the secret of intolerable solitude that lies hid beneath the delicate laces...


Atlantic Tales: A Collection of Stories from the Atlantic Monthly (ed. 1867)

Rebecca Harding Davis Quotes

One sees that dead, vacant look steal over the rarest, finest of women's faces... in the very midst, it may be, of their warmest summer's day; and...

One sees that dead, vacant look steal over the rarest, finest of women's faces... in the very midst, it may be, of their warmest summer's day; and...

One sees that dead, vacant look steal over the rarest, finest of women's faces... in the very midst, it may be, of their warmest summer's day; and...

One sees that dead, vacant look steal over the rarest, finest of women's faces... in the very midst, it may be, of their warmest summer's day; and...