QUOTE : Every window of the house being open, Clare could hear across the yard each trivial sound of the retiring household. The dairyhouse, so humble, so insignificant, so purely to him a place of constrained sojourn that he had hitherto deemed it of sufficient importance to be reconnoitred as an object of any quality whatever in the landscape; what was it now? The aged and lichened brick gables breathed forth, "Stay!" The windows smiled, the door coaxed and beckoned, the creeper brushed confederacy. A personality within it was so far-reaching in her influence as to spread into and make the bricks, mortar, and whole overhanging sky throb with a burning sensibility. Whose was this mighty personality? A milkmaid's.