She was aware of it now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room and pretend not to hear. You are captain of your soul; don't forget your Henley. I thought that Hill was dead, but I was frightened, and I wanted to get away from Paris. One might have said that these trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear. And yet—Wait a little, you’d better have every bit of it.
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