“It occurred to me that we really had little in common. I had comforted myself, falsely, I now saw, with the illusion that these people might function as a family for me. Now I saw that they existed only for each other. The horrible thought struck me that all the time that I had been intent on appropriating them for my own purposes, they were in reality sorry for me. This idea, oddly enough, had never struck me before, probably because they were so genuinely kind, so very sensitive and delicate.... Yet now that it had entered my consciousness I could not get rid of it. My secret life, and what Dorrie referred to, and no doubt thought of, as my feminism, cannot have struck them with anything but with pity. They dealt in euphemisms, and while describing me as brave, felt on my behalf all the deprivations of which I was hardly conscious, having lived with them for most of my adult life. I now saw that I had succumbed rather too readily to the enticements of their existence, and that they had noted this.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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