“My husband and all his friends are fools, and the life they lead is impossible for me. That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle. A tall elegantly dressed woman, followed by a maid, came down the broad staircase. It was a bizarre sight, a miniature manor, replicated fully, walled in gray limestone. Then pain entered their depths. He followed. They had much to talk about, or rather Miss Prudence had. Most of the time, he was hunting and he returned at night. I don’t see what you can have to say. Yesterday this glorious creature had loved him; to-day she was only friendly. This is grace I am saying! Oh! my dear! all the joy and weeping of life are mixed in me now and all the gratitude.
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