The Reef by Edith Wharton
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but she kept on repeating to herself "By and bye that will
come too." Even now she was determined not to let his image be distorted by her suffering. As soon as she could, she would try to single out for remembrance the individual things she had liked in him before she had loved him altogether. No "spiritual exercise" devised by the discipline of piety could have been more torturing; but its very cruelty attracted her. She wanted to wear herself out with new pains... XXXI The sound of Miss Painter's latch-key made her start. She was still a bundle of quivering fears to whom each coming moment seemed a menace. There was a slight interval, and a sound of voices in the hall; then Miss Painter's vigorous hand was on the door. Anna stood up as she came in. "You've found him?" "I've found Sophy." "And Owen?--has she seen him? Is he here?" "SHE'S here: in the hall. She wants to speak to you." |
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