"Henrietta had come out, closing the door behind her, and now she put out her hand and grasped his arm. ‘Look here, Mr. Goodwood,’ she said; ‘just you wait!’
On which he looked up at her — but only to guess, from her face, with a revulsion, that she simply meant he was young. She stood shining at him with that cheap comfort, and it added, on the spot, thirty years to his life. She walked him away with her, however, as if she had given him now the key to patience."
~Henry James
Fuller passage found at Berezina, or The Unibrow
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