Her sadness was manageable only
because she was so familiar with its phases, because she
could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer
studying the moon. He rang the doorbell, even though she had
already cracked the door for him. She would be haunted
by the visions of their mad faces in her dreams for the
next hundred years. The distinction
lay chiefly in the right to pat their heads. What Miss Miniver would
have called the Higher Truth supervenes. \"Thanks for lending me the clothes. "
"Suffer me to proceed," replied the stranger. Mr. \"Yes, she may stay for dinner if it is all right with her
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parents. "But, we'll soon see. She found next morning, when she came to this advertisement answering, that
it was more difficult than she had supposed. She was aware of it
now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in
a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room
and pretend not to hear. “You are afraid,” she said, “that the young man who thinks that he is my
husband has upset me. ‘Give me an opportunity to open my mouth, and I will.
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