Why did she thus obstinately cling to an ill-starred, unhappy person?

wherever she goes she will only find the same hell she was running away from.

If he had to bring all the bitterness and hatred of the world into his heart, he was not going to be in love with her again.

She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward.

She wanted to struggle with life but it seemed to elude her.

"Aren't I going back to England?"

"No," she said. "I Could never do that. Heaven shall take my soul, but Norway shall keep my bones".

For seven days she lay in bed looking sullenly at the ceiling as though resenting the death she had cultivated for so many years. Like some people who cannot vomit despite horrible nausea, she lay there unable to die, resisting death as she had resisted life, frozen with resentment of process and change.

He hated all this, and somehow he couldn't get away.

She did not believe that things could remain the same in different places, and since the portion of her life that lay behind her had been bad, no doubt that which remained to be lived would be better.

If he touched her, he couldn't talk to her, if he loved her he couldn't leave, if he spoke he couldn't listen, if he fought he couldn't win.

She didn't want to be in their club. Didn't want to learn how to be apart from the one person she longed to see every day.

I felt a wish never to leave that room - a wish that dawn might never come, that my present frame of mind might never change.

Back to him she would never go, but in her lonely life still lived the sweet memory of that happy time when she believed in him and he was all in all to her.

tain't so pleasant as when poor dear was here. Oh, I didn't want to lose her an' she didn't want to go, but it had to be. Such things ain't for us to say; there's no yes an' no to it.