the prospect of the daily exhumation
of what she could only think of as the rarest
part of her soul –
indeed,
part of the charm which conduced
ineluctably
to the whole –
that
she, though having evidently meekly
and
completely met the expectationsof her time and subjugated place
in Eighteen-Eighty-Two –
was
able in her silent privacy
supremely
to eschew
what
she’s decided
she
will not confide to you.
.
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