She had not chosen her life, but she was foggy on
whether or not it was right to deny others the right to join
her in her suffering. All her protests seemed stifled before she could find words to utter them. “A volatile temperament—yes, a volatile temperament,” Mr. ’
To Gerald’s relief, the entrance of the butler interrupted them, relieving him of
the necessity to explain himself. Gerald shook his head. America, the land of rosy apples and
snowstorms, beckoned, and she wanted to fly thitherward. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always
looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and
raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her,
echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and
enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind.
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