helping
Mr。Bankes
to a
specially
tender
piece，of
eternity；as
she had
already
felt about
something
different
once
before
that
afternoon；there
is a
coherence
in
things，a
stability；something，she
meant，is
immune
from
change，and
shines
out（she
glanced at
the window
with its
ripple of
reflected
lights）in
the face
of the
flowing，the
fleeting，the
spectral，like
a ruby；so
that again
tonight
she had
the
feeling
she had
had once
today，already，of
peace，of
rest。Of
such
