“Here she drew forth a small pocket-book, took from it a card and a pencil and, after meditating a moment, wrote a few words. It is our privilege to look over her shoulder, and if we exercise it we may read the brief query: […].”
XLIV
The Portrait of a Lady (1881)
Help us to complete the source, original and additional information
Henry James 154
American novelist, short story author, and literary critic 1843–1916Related quotes
Source: A Reading Diary: A Passionate Reader's Reflections on a Year of Books

Source: Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937), Ch. 20, p. 193.
Context: Of course he wasn't dead. He could never be dead until she herself had finished feeling and thinking. The kiss of his memory made pictures of love and light against the wall. Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.