{"id":"01KG8AN0BYR37AG0AW8BDMA26H","cid":"bafkreih3s3lzkiyxsmuq4yfphgdpoy55ndsbw44q6oipi7f3uiasuae54y","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":2656,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:52.918Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 10","source_file":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","start_line":2583,"text":"\"Thank you; but I can not stay this time. Look, I have forgotten my own\r\nerrand; I brought these strawberries for you, Mrs. Glendinning, and for\r\nPierre;--Pierre is so wonderfully fond of them.\"\r\n\r\n\"I was audacious enough to think as much,\" cried Pierre, \"for you _and_\r\nme, you see, mother; for you _and_ me, you understand that, I hope.\"\r\n\r\n\"Perfectly, my dear brother.\"\r\n\r\nLucy blushed.\r\n\r\n\"How warm it is, Mrs. Glendinning.\"\r\n\r\n\"Very warm, Lucy. So you won't stay to tea?\"\r\n\r\n\"No, I must go now; just a little stroll, that's all; good-bye! Now\r\ndon't be following me, Pierre. Mrs. Glendinning, will you keep Pierre\r\nback? I know you want him; you were talking over some private affair\r\nwhen I entered; you both looked so very confidential.\"\r\n\r\n\"And you were not very far from right, Lucy,\" said Mrs. Glendinning,\r\nmaking no sign to stay her departure.\r\n\r\n\"Yes, business of the highest importance,\" said Pierre, fixing his eyes\r\nupon Lucy significantly.\r\n\r\nAt this moment, Lucy just upon the point of her departure, was hovering\r\nnear the door; the setting sun, streaming through the window, bathed her\r\nwhole form in golden loveliness and light; that wonderful, and most\r\nvivid transparency of her clear Welsh complexion, now fairly glowed like\r\nrosy snow. Her flowing, white, blue-ribboned dress, fleecily invested\r\nher. Pierre almost thought that she could only depart the house by\r\nfloating out of the open window, instead of actually stepping from the\r\ndoor. All her aspect to him, was that moment touched with an\r\nindescribable gayety, buoyancy, fragility, and an unearthly evanescence.\r\n\r\nYouth is no philosopher. Not into young Pierre's heart did there then\r\ncome the thought, that as the glory of the rose endures but for a day,\r\nso the full bloom of girlish airiness and bewitchingness, passes from\r\nthe earth almost as soon; as jealously absorbed by those frugal\r\nelements, which again incorporate that translated girlish bloom, into\r\nthe first expanding flower-bud. Not into young Pierre, did there then\r\nsteal that thought of utmost sadness; pondering on the inevitable\r\nevanescence of all earthly loveliness; which makes the sweetest things\r\nof life only food for ever-devouring and omnivorous melancholy. Pierre's\r\nthought was different from this, and yet somehow akin to it.\r\n\r\nThis to be my wife? I that but the other day weighed an hundred and\r\nfifty pounds of solid avoirdupois;--_I_ to wed this heavenly fleece?\r\nMethinks one husbandly embrace would break her airy zone, and she exhale\r\nupward to that heaven whence she hath hither come, condensed to mortal\r\nsight. It can not be; I am of heavy earth, and she of airy light. By\r\nheaven, but marriage is an impious thing!\r\n\r\nMeanwhile, as these things ran through his soul, Mrs. Glendinning also\r\nhad thinkings of her own.\r\n\r\n\"A very beautiful tableau,\" she cried, at last, artistically turning her\r\ngay head a little sideways--\"very beautiful, indeed; this, I suppose is\r\nall premeditated for my entertainment. Orpheus finding his Eurydice; or\r\nPluto stealing Proserpine. Admirable! It might almost stand for either.\"\r\n\r\n\"No,\" said Pierre, gravely; \"it is the last. Now, first I see a meaning\r\nthere.\" Yes, he added to himself inwardly, I am Pluto stealing\r\nProserpine; and every accepted lover is.\r\n\r\n\"And you would be very stupid, brother Pierre, if you did not see\r\nsomething there,\" said his mother, still that way pursuing her own\r\ndifferent train of thought. \"The meaning thereof is this: Lucy has\r\ncommanded me to stay you; but in reality she wants you to go along with\r\nher. Well, you may go as far as the porch; but then, you must return,\r\nfor we have not concluded our little affair, you know. Adieu, little\r\nlady!\"\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 10"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJS0JNVAGJYMWXV1594N5","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AN0BK8N1GAJKX483YVNFM","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AN0BY3ZJFBC4992TKACDZ","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:55.678Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:49:07.414Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}