Out of all the impressions that had crowded up in her in the last few hours since she had stood on the deck in the harbour watching the drifting foam, the deepest was the one that it was hardest for her to analyse or define. It had to do with the personality of the man called the Jobber. She had never felt about any man - or indeed any human being - this curious disturbance of her inmost reserve. It was as if some hidden self, hardly known to her own consciousness, had at last found its recognition, its defence, its security, its refuge.
John Cowper Powys, Weymouth Sands.
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