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It was afternoon:great clouds stumbled across the sky,In the drowsy,half-dark room the young girl sat in a heap near the window,scarcely moving herself,as if she expected a certain timed happening,such as a visit,sunset,a command… Slowly she would draw the fingers of one hand across the back of the other,in the little hollows between the guides,and move her lips in the same sad,vexed way in which her brows came together,and like this too,her eyes would shift about,from the near,shadowed fields,to the west hills,where the sun had dropped a strip of light,and to the woods between,looking like black scars one minute,and like friendly sanctuaries the next,It was all confused… There was the room,too… The white keys of the piano would now and then exercise a fascination over her which would keep her whole body perfectly still for perhaps a minute.But when this passed,full of hesitation,her fingers would recommence the slow exploration of her hands,and the restlessness took her again.
Yes:It was all confused.She was going away:already she had said a hundred times during the afternoon- “I am going away… I am going away.I can’t stand it any longer.” But she had made no attempt to go,In this same position,hour after hour had passed her and all she could think was:“Today I’m going away,I’m tired here,I never do anything,It’s dead,rotten,”
She said,or thought it all without the slightest trace of exultation and was sometimes even methodical when she began to consider:“What shall I take?The blue dress with the rosette?Yes.What else?what else?” And then it would all begin again:“Today I’m going away.I never do anything.”
It was afternoon:great clouds stumbled across the sky,In the drowsy,half-dark room the young girl sat in a heap near the window,scarcely moving herself,as if she expected a certain timed happening,such as a visit,sunset,a command… Slowly she would draw the fingers of one hand across the back of the other,in the little hollows between the guides,and move her lips in the same sad,vexed way in which her brows came together,and like this too,her eyes would shift about,from the near,shadowed fields,to the west hills,where the sun had dropped a strip of light,and to the woods between,looking like black scars one minute,and like friendly sanctuaries the next,It was all confused… There was the room,too… The white keys of the piano would now and then exercise a fascination over her which would keep her whole body perfectly still for perhaps a minute.But when this passed,full of hesitation,her fingers would recommence the slow exploration of her hands,and the restlessness took her again.
Yes:It was all confused.She was going away:already she had said a hundred times during the afternoon- “I am going away… I am going away.I can’t stand it any longer.” But she had made no attempt to go,In this same position,hour after hour had passed her and all she could think was:“Today I’m going away,I’m tired here,I never do anything,It’s dead,rotten,”
She said,or thought it all without the slightest trace of exultation and was sometimes even methodical when she began to consider:“What shall I take?The blue dress with the rosette?Yes.What else?what else?” And then it would all begin again:“Today I’m going away.I never do anything.”
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