How he will laugh at me when he hears that I cried because I cannot get into the white embroidered dress nowadays! It is my own fault; I eat too much and do not take enough exercise.
I put on another white dress, but I am very disappointed, for it does not suit me nearly as well.
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I see the boat....
He came by the morning train, and left the same evening. That was the day before yesterday, and I have never slept since. Neither have I thought. There is time enough before me for thought.
He went away the same evening; so at least I was spared the night.
I have burnt his letter unread. What could it tell me that I did not already know? Could it hold any torture which I have not already suffered?
Do I really suffer? Have I not really become insensible to pain? Once the cold moon was a burning sun; her own central fires consumed it. Now she is cold and dead; her light a mere reflection and a falsehood.