One Who Awakens Gradually Out Of A

But Whatever Came, She Had Resolved Never Again To Belong To Another Than Herself.

A Bird With A Broken Wing Was Beating The Air Above, Reeling, Fluttering, Circling Disabled, Down, Down To The Water

We Shall Be Everything To Each Other. Nothing Else In The World Is Of Any Consequence.

The Way To Become Rich Is To Make Money, Not To Save It.

She Was Flushed And Felt Intoxicated With The Sound Of Her Own Voice And The Unaccustomed Taste Of Candor. It Muddled Her Like Wine, Or Like A First Breath Of Freedom.