The Voice Of The Sea Speaks To

There Would Be No One There To Live For Her During Those Coming Years; She Would Live For Herself. There Would Be No Powerful Will Bending Hers In That Blind Persistance With Which Men And Women Believe They Have A Right To Impose A Private Will Upon A Fellow-creature. A Kind Intention Or A Cruel Intention Made The Act Seem No Less A Crime As She Looked Upon It In That Brief Moment Of Illumination.

I'm Tired," She Uttered Complainingly. "i Know You Are." "you Don't Know Anything About It. Why Should You Know? I Never Was So Exhausted In My Life. But It Isn't Unpleasant. A Thousand Emotions Have Swept Through Me To-night. I Don't Comprehend Half On Them. Don't Mind What I'm Saying; I Am Just Thinking Aloud.

I Would Give Up The Unessential; I Would Give My Money, I Would Give My Life For My Children; But I Wouldn't Give Myself.

In Short, Mrs. Pontellier Was Beginning To Realize Her Position In The Universe As A Human Being, And To Recongize Her Relations As An Individual To The World Within And About Her. This May Seem Like A Ponderous Weight Of Wisdom To Descend Upon The Soul Of A Young Woman Of Twenty-eight - Perhaps More Wisdom Than The Holy Ghost Is Usually Pleased To Vouchsafe To Any Woman.

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