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Her cheeks were burning. She felt like one who had been making some
physical exertion.
Deeply silent was the house. Her room was full of shadows, yet full of
the hidden presence of the sun. There was a glory outside, against
which she was protected. But outside, and against assaults that were
inglorious, what protection had she? Her own personality must protect
her, her own will, the determination, the strength, the courage that
belong to all who are worth anything in the world. And she called upon
herself. And it seemed to her that there was no voice that answered.
There was a hideous moment of drama.
She sat there quietly in her chair in the pretty room. And she called
again, and she listened--and again there was silence.
Then she was afraid. She had a strange and horrible feeling that she
was deserted by herself, by that which, at least, had been herself and
on which she had been accustomed to rely. And what was left was surely
utterly incapable, full of the flabby wickedness that seems to dwell
in weakness.


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