She found herself alone in the train asking herself what she must do next, and
trying not to think of herself as cut off from home or any refuge whatever from
the world she had resolved to face. She turned to Martha as the lad exited by the back door, but her nurse
forestalled anything she might have said. She began at once a hasty readjustment of her hair, while Ramage
parleyed with inaudible interrogations. "Mine died while I was over here. Gray and tranquil world! Amazing, passionless
world! A world in which days without meaning, days in which “we don’t want
things to happen” followed days without meaning—until the last thing
happened, the ultimate, unavoidable, coarse, “disagreeable. ’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and
addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his
own face.
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