As my expectation grew cold and faint, the sense of a double hallucination tormented me--the past and the present.
The winter was over.

I passed it like the rest of Rosville, going out when Alice went, staying at home when she stayed.

It was all one what I did, for my aspect was one of content.
Alice alone was unchanged; her spirits and pursuits were always the same.

Judging by herself, if she judged at all, she perceived no change in us.

Her theory regarding Charles was too firm to be shaken, and all his oddity was a matter of course.