“For her too, she had words on her lips, which died unborn, lay in her mind and turned to poison.” — 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
