gutenberg. Abruptly she desisted, recoiled, and turned and fled up-stairs. Bête, she told herself fiercely. ’ ‘You are not on my side at all, and it will be better that, instead of saying such things to him, you would say them to yourself. "I'm tired of the life I'm leading. " "Heaven support me!" cried Mrs. Part 4 But presently, as she sat on the one antimacassared red silk chair and surveyed her hold-all and bag in that tidy, rather vacant, and dehumanized apartment, with its empty wardrobe and desert toilet-table and pictureless walls and stereotyped furnishings, a sudden blankness came upon her as though she didn’t matter, and had been thrust away into this impersonal corner, she and her gear. The thought of going back!—the thought of the unknown out there!—" with a tragic gesture toward the east. Why are you so anxious?" "Oh, if you can't see your way…. ” She finished her breakfast and strolled out across the garden with the letters still in her hand.
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