more intimate. “Are you—are you very unhappy?” she said in a rush.
Then Sara was guilty of an injustice. Just at that moment her torn heart swelled within her, and she felt that if anyone was as stupid as that, one had better get away from her.
“What do you think?” she said. “Do you think I am very happy?” And she marched past her without another word.
In course of time she realized that if her wretchedness had not made her forget things,
more intimate. “Are you—are you very unhappy?” she said in a rush.
Then Sara was guilty of an injustice. Just at that moment her torn heart swelled within her, and she felt that if anyone was as stupid as that, one had better get away from her.
“What do you think?” she said. “Do you think I am very happy?” And she marched past her without another word.
In course of time she realized that if her wretchedness had not made her forget things,
