“And to think that it’s not a full year ago since I was a black-hearted rebel school-girl, distressed, puzzled, perplexed, not understanding that this great force of love was bursting its way through me! All those nameless discontents—they were no more than love’s birth-pangs. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. The thin stream of blood on which her eyes were fastened with a nameless horror reached almost to her feet. ” “For richer or poorer. . She flung herself back into the bare little room, cold, empty, comfortless. You tried bravely enough to hide your preference, to look at us all with the same eyes, to speak to us in the same tone. He turned.
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