Eloise Vashner Quotes in The Furnished Room
He was sure that since her disappearance from home this great water-girt city held her somewhere, but it was like a monstrous quicksand, shifting its particles constantly, with no foundation, its upper granules of today buried to-morrow in ooze and slime.
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Get LitCharts A+Then, suddenly, as he rested there, [...] the strong, sweet odour of mignonette [...] came as upon a single buffet of wind with such sureness and fragrance that it almost seemed like a living visitant. [...] The rich odour clung to him and wrapped him about. He reached out his arms for it, all his senses for the time confused and commingled.
And then he traversed the room like a hound on the scent, skimming the walls, considering the corners of the bulging matting on his hands and knees, rummaging mantel and tables, the curtains and hangings, the drunken cabinet in the corner, for a visible sign, unable to perceive that she was there beside, around, against, within, above him, clinging to him, wooing him, calling him so poignantly through the finer senses that even his grosser ones became cognizant of the call.

Eloise Vashner Quotes in The Furnished Room
He was sure that since her disappearance from home this great water-girt city held her somewhere, but it was like a monstrous quicksand, shifting its particles constantly, with no foundation, its upper granules of today buried to-morrow in ooze and slime.
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Get LitCharts A+Then, suddenly, as he rested there, [...] the strong, sweet odour of mignonette [...] came as upon a single buffet of wind with such sureness and fragrance that it almost seemed like a living visitant. [...] The rich odour clung to him and wrapped him about. He reached out his arms for it, all his senses for the time confused and commingled.
And then he traversed the room like a hound on the scent, skimming the walls, considering the corners of the bulging matting on his hands and knees, rummaging mantel and tables, the curtains and hangings, the drunken cabinet in the corner, for a visible sign, unable to perceive that she was there beside, around, against, within, above him, clinging to him, wooing him, calling him so poignantly through the finer senses that even his grosser ones became cognizant of the call.