Autores:
  • Selden and Lily stood still, accepting the unreality of the scene as a part of their own dream-like sensations. It would not have surprised them to feel a summer breeze on their faces, or to see the lights among the boughs reduplicated in the arch of a starry sky. The strange solitude about them was no stranger than the sweetness of being alone in it together.

    Edith Wharton (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Edith Wharton (Illustrated)”, p.641, Delphi Classics