The Golden Bowl
Amerigo, Charlotte, Maggie, Fanny Assingham, Mr. Verver
Difficult to sustain this length––definitely a skipping candidate––so don’t expect to enjoy too much until second read.
The Prince had always liked his London, when it had come to him; he was one of the modern Romans who find by the Thames a more convincing image of the truth of the ancient state than any they have left by the Tiber.
And the truth of it had, with this force, after a moment, so strangely lighted his eyes that, as for pity and dread of them, she buried her own in his breast.
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