Out of the Past — page 83: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER VI. All roads lead on through the Door of Life, and to the good all roads are seemly. —Drift of the Border Lands. Rose slept little that night, and the next day sought her home in the gray house by the sea, hoping that its monotonous walls on the sandy waste would revive her sense of the true values of her life. She wanted to feel its limitations and to be strong in them. She wanted to regain oblivion of the joy which had been quickened to life against her will, almost without her knowledge, in a look. One long, quiet look; that had been all. What folly that whole years of life should tremble in its irresponsible power! What worse than folly that, against her will, joy should still throb where her moral determination denied it the right to exist. She thought the sea would help her with its beauty and grandeur and loneliness. But the waste was an alluring glory when she came to it at sunset. The irregular gray house wore a welcome like some homely, kindly face. And the sea was arch- traitor in its long, limpid swell of lovely color and lazy motion, as though gladness of being were all, as though EOMMICOOOKS ne)