Why?
...
Why?
She felt as though, in some way, it had all been Aunt Anne's fault.

Why did not Aunt Anne speak?
Well, if they all hated her she would go on her own way.

She did not care.
But alone in her room, her face, indignant, proud, quivering, surprising her in the long mirror by its strangeness, and causing her to feel, because it did not seem to belong to her, more lonely than ever, she burst out: "I can't stand it.

I CAN'T stand it.

I'll get away ...