He made her play and she had almost forgotten how. Life had been so serious and so bitter. He knew how to play and swept her along with him.

If I said I was madly in love with you, I'd be lying and what's more, you'd know it.

I can't make you understand because you don't know the meaning of fear. You have the heart of a lion and an utter lack of imagination and I envy you both of those qualities. You'll never mind facing realities and you'll never want to escape from them as I do.

But the small cloud which appeared in the northwest four months ago had blown up into a mighty storm and then into a screaming tornado,sweeping away her world, whirling her out of her sheltered life,and dropping her down in the midst of this still,haunted desolation.

And apologies, once postponed, become harder and harder to make, and finally impossible.

I want peace. I want to see if somewhere there isn't something left in life of charm and grace.

Somewhere, on the long road that wound through those four years, the girl with her sachet & dancing slippers had slipped away & there was left a woman with sharp green eyes, who counted pennies & turned her hands to many menial tasks, a woman to whom nothing was left from the wreckage except the indestructible red earth on which she stood.