tenure；on
Lord
Rosebery；on
Creevey's
Memoirs：she
let it
uphold her
and
sustain
her，this
admirable
fabric of
the
masculine
intelligence，which
ran up and
down，crossed
this way
and
that，like
iron
girders
spanning
the
swaying
fabric，upholding
the
world，so
that she
could
trust
herself to
it
utterly，even
shut her
eyes，or
flicker
them for a
moment，as
a child
staring up
from its
pillow
winks at
the myriad
layers of
the leaves
of a
tree。Then
she woke
