It was as though Flora had been fated to be always surrounded by
treachery and lies stifling every better impulse, every instinctive aspiration
of her soul to trust and to love. It would have been enough to drive a fine
nature into the madness of universal suspicion - into any sort of madness. I
don't know how far a sense of humor will stand by one. To the foot of the
gallows perhaps.
Saturday, May 9, 2015
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