The Past

One's life is not very hard to bear, when she lives as a wreck. It is only when she is taught to be reformed--to feel her own degradation, and to try for better and more noteworthy things, that the days grow long and weary. Sensation of loneliness keeps with her, goes where she goes, does what she might, and sees what persons she might. It is her duty, she knows, to get on with her new place. She does not regret, far from it, having been roused to make the effort to be a reformed woman. But, indeed, indeed it is a weary life.

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