123/233 She wasn't in sympathy--no more were the people she saw. Then it's hideously dear; she can't, on her means, begin to live there. Not at all as she can, in a way, here." "In the way, you mean, of living with US ?" "Of living with anyone. She can't live by visits alone--and she doesn't want to. She's too good for it even if she could. |