Summer Reading, 2012

A Room With A View:

' .. But to Cecil, now that he was about to lose her, she seemed each moment more desirable. He looked at her, instead of through her, for the first time since they were engaged. From a Leonardo she had become a living woman, with mysteries and forces of her own, with qualities that even eluded art. His brain recovered from the shock, and, in a burst of genuine devotion, he cried: 'But I love you, and I did think you loved me!'
  'I did not,' she said. 'I thought I did at first. I am sorry, and ought to have refused you this last time, too.'   (169, Penguin)