Burned Bridges

Along with that he was troubled by a constant recurrence of his thoughts

to Sophie Carr. Nor was it a matter of wonder at her bookish knowledge,

her astonishing vocabulary, her ability to think and to express her

thoughts concisely. He conceded that she was a remarkable young woman in

that respect. It was not her intellectual capacity which concerned him

greatly, but the sunny aureole of her hair, the smiling curve of her

lips, the willowy pliancy of her well-developed body. Just to think of

her meant a colorful picture, a vision that filled him with uneasy

restlessness, with vague dissatisfaction, with certain indefinable

longings.

He was quite unable to define to himself the purport of these remarkable

symptoms.