New Year's Day

Back in New York, the slow pace and inward focus of her yoga practice was less fulfilling.

Descending the Alps to the east or south into Piedmont, a new world lies around and before you.

Here began indeed, in the drab surroundings of the workshop, in the silent mystery of the laboratory, the magic of the new age.

The afternoon was a lovely one—the day was a perfect example of the mellowest mood of autumn.

Edna did not reveal so much as all this to Madame Ratignolle that summer day when they sat with faces turned to the sea.

Joe looked at her with a smile, his face still solemn and serious for all its youth and the fires of new-lit hope behind his eyes.