For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. ‘Come inside at once, child. He saw that his words were falling upon dull ears.
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