There would only be one to live for during those coming years she would live for herself. And yet she had loved him sometimes. What did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in the face of his possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being.
Free! Body and soul Free!
Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the key-hold, imploring for admission.
Louise, open the door! I beg, open the door you will make yourself ill. What are you doing, Louise? For heavens sake open the door.
No, she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window. Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. Spring days and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long.