The Little Lady of the Big House

At my age, a lover! It is unbelievable, and it is wonderful. And such a lover!

And now it's me for the hay

So long, younglings," he called softly to them. "You're the nearest I ever came to it."

I never saw anybody whose goat she couldn't get if she went after it," he confided. "Man or woman or servant, age, sex, and previous condition of servitude—it's all one when she gets on the high and mighty. And I don't see how she does it. Maybe it's just a kind of light that comes into her eyes, or some kind of an expression on her lips, or, I don't know what—anyway, she puts it across and nobody makes any mistake about it."
"She has a … a way with her," Graham volunteered

a bee in his bonnet—the alphabet

She was upon them, among them, and Graham's hand held hers in the formal introduction as he was made welcome to the Big House and all the hacienda in a voice that he knew was a singing voice and that could proceed only from a throat that pillared, such as hers, from a chest deep as hers despite her smallness

Tis a thought I have glimmered. Let me catch it before it flutters away into the azure.

he was just back from some of his wild adventuring at the ends of the earth, and, as he stated it, he wanted to stop living life for a while and to talk about life instead.

Stick by golden youth and let it drop its golden apples. Pick them up, and golden youth with them

the mischance of life and fate; the universe hostile to man; the need to perceive and to act, to see and know, to be sure and quick, to adjust instantly to all instant shiftage of the balance of forces that bear upon the living