Chapter 7

           Shethought,sometimes,that,afterall,thiswasthehappiesttimeofherlifethehoneymoon,aspeoplecalledit.Totastethefullsweetnessofit,itwouldhavebeennecessarydoubtlesstoflytothoselandswithsonorousnameswherethedaysaftermarriagearefulloflazinessmostsuave.Inpostchaisesbehindbluesilkencurtainstorideslowlyupsteeproad,listeningtothesongofthepostilionre-echoedbythemountains,alongwiththebellsofgoatsandthemuffledsoundofawaterfall;atsunsetontheshoresofgulfstobreatheintheperfumeoflemontrees;thenintheeveningonthevilla-terracesabove,handinhandtolookatthestars,makingplansforthefuture.Itseemedtoherthatcertainplacesonearthmustbringhappiness,asaplantpeculiartothesoil,andthatcannotthriveelsewhere.WhycouldnotsheleanoverbalconiesinSwisschalets,orenshrinehermelancholyinaScotchcottage,withahusbanddressedinablackvelvetcoatwithlongtails,andthinshoes,apointedhatandfrills?Perhapsshewouldhavelikedtoconfideallthesethingstosomeone.Buthowtellanundefinableuneasiness,variableastheclouds,unstableasthewinds?Wordsfailedhertheopportunity,thecourage.

           IfCharleshadbutwishedit,ifhehadguessedit,ifhislookhadbutoncemetherthought,itseemedtoherthatasuddenplentywouldhavegoneoutfromherheart,asthefruitfallsfromatreewhenshakenbyahand.Butastheintimacyoftheirlifebecamedeeper,thegreaterbecamethegulfthatseparatedherfromhim.

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