“She could not be complying, she dreaded being quarrelsome; her heroism reached only to silence.”
“She could keep her silence, it was evident, as energetically as she could talk.”
“Her whole being dilated in an atmosphere of luxury. It was the background she required, the only climate she could breathe in.”
“She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.”
“She was already dead, but we were starved for followers and stupefied by the elixir of our own heroism, and so we pretended words could resurrect her.”
“She had believed that she alone could touch his heart, and that likewise his was the only gaze that would ever reach hers. She had left her home in response to his kind words, only to find that this belief had been nothing but the conceit of an ignorant girl.”