Spanish alone was understood or spoken here; our friend, the countryman, stuck to us most nobly, he understood us not a bit better than the rest but saw that we were in distress and would not desert us.

a book is like a sandy path which keeps the indent of footprints.

And although she was sometimes dissatisfied with herself, she felt unable to go beyond her own limitations. Books were safer.

and much addicted to speaking the truth. In her younger years she was a good deal of a romp, and, though it is an awkward confession to make about one's heroine, I must add that she was something of a glutton.

Written By Henry James

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