She was an animated discursiveness. That passion to get all
things together into one aristocratic aim, that restraint of
purpose, that imperative to focus, which was the structural
essential of Benham's spirit, was altogether foreign to her
composition.
There were so many Amandas, they were as innumerable as the Venuses--
Cytherea, Cypria, Paphia, Popularia, Euploea, Area, Verticordia,
Etaira, Basilea, Myrtea, Libertina, Freya, Astarte, Philommedis,
Telessigamma, Anadyomene, and a thousand others to whom men have
bowed and built temples, a thousand and the same, and yet it seemed
to Benham there was still one wanting.
The Amanda he had loved most wonderfully was that Amanda in armour
who had walked with him through the wilderness of the world along
the road to Chichester--and that Amanda came back to him no more.
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Amanda too was making her observations and discoveries.
These moods of his perplexed her; she was astonished to find he was
becoming irritable; she felt that he needed a firm but gentle
discipline in his deportment as a lover.
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