how she loved the grey-whit moths spinning in and out, over the cherry pie, over the evening primroses!" quiver, and bend as if indeed there were a monster grubbing at the roots." at any moment the brute would be stirring, this hatred, which, especially since her illness, had power to make her feel scraped, hurt in her spine gave her physical pain, and made all pleasure in beauty, in friendship, in being well, in being loved. this body, with all its capacities, seemed nothing-nothing at all." that she must inevitably cease completely all this must go on without her did she resent it or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely?" far out to sea and alone she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day."
She sliced like a knife through everything at the same time was outside, looking on. "She felt very young at the same time unspeakably aged.
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