“But Alberta sat there wretchedly. God knows who put the words into her mouth. They were not her own. They were foreign to her, stupid words behind which she hid herself. Her own never saw the light of day, they… — Cora Sandel Copy Share Image
“Alberta had always had many forms of idling. She frittered away her time with virtuosity.” — Cora Sandel Copy Share Image
“Alberta was back again. Back to it all, to all that was warped and desultory, to the lies and evasions and small, hidden irons… — Cora Sandel Copy Share Image
“Old repressed antipathy stirred in her. She had a rooted fear of rooms full of objects. They weighed on down and held one there,… — Cora Sandel Copy Share Image
“There was something she should have experienced, something besides this. There was a path somewhere that she could not find. It was and it… — Cora Sandel Copy Share Image
“Alberta felt her face grow old and shrivelled at her own words. She was a shadow already, half old, distressing, comic. Something happened from… — Cora Sandel Copy Share Image
“She had some kind of foolish and unreasonable notion that the more doggedly she stood, the more would she placate certain mysterious powers which… — Cora Sandel Copy Share Image
“Sometimes Alberta felt as if there were a conspiracy against her, as if the whole world were in agreement not to say a word.… — Cora Sandel Copy Share Image
“For a moment they all stood silent. The departure of this autumn ship gave rise to many different thoughts. Something came out of hiding… — Cora Sandel Copy Share Image
“She laced up her shoes and put on her coat, bracing herself as she got ready to leave, trying to find that feeling of… — Cora Sandel Copy Share Image
“The truth was Alberta only knew what she did not want. She had no idea what she did want. And not knowing brought unrest… — Cora Sandel Copy Share Image
