Maggie Verver's Unknown Quantity

The young man remembered, even now, how extraordinarily clear he couldn't call it anything else, she had looked in her prettiness. He also remembered what he had been moved to reply. The happiest rains we are taught, you know, are the rains without any history. Oh, I'm not afraid of history. She had been sure of that. Call it the bad part, if you lie. You are certainly sticks out of you.