In whatever form a slowly-accumulated past lives in the blood —whether in the concrete image of the old house stored with visual memories, or in the conception of the house not built with hands, but made up of inherited passions and loyalties— it has the same power of broadening and deepening the individual existence, of attaching it by mysterious links of kinship to all the mighty sum of human striving. (HM 248) Fascinée par les romanciers français du milieu du XIXe Siècle, lectrice enthousi..