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This is an author who mentions 'immortal longings' and plucking chickens in one gentle breath.

"Thought the harder, Heart the bolder, Mood the more as our Might lessens."... At her age it would be outrageous to be armoured against fate by the final courage of complete disillusionment and unbelief.
"To adore one's tutor, however old and ugly he may be, is part of a university career. It does them no harm, whereas to adore a female tutor usually involves an emotional strain which often has a serious effect upon their examination results. I can safely safe that no young woman ever got a lower class than she should in her final schools on my account."
Laurence went back to the Dower House with a disquieting vision of a girl, left alone, looking over a gate into the distance. He wished they had stopped to talk with her.
"Logic has nothing to do with it. Logic I keep for people I despise. People I prize don't need it."
(Margaret) took a chair into the kitchen yard and began plucking the fowl, conversing occasionally with Gunnar, who had hopes of giblets... his indignation against (his aunt) was as unbounded as was his admiration of Margaret for undertaking the job.
To be called a bird was perhaps the most melting, the most astounding thing that had ever happened in the world. No one else could ever have been called a bird before, or at least not in that voice.
Margaret thinking how noble it was of Laurence never to have thought seriously of any of the girls he knew.
"Humility doesn't seem very possible after this," he remarked to the world.

"August Folly" [.]