The Delicious Breath Of Rain Was In

The Peace And Beauty Of A Spring Day Had Descended Upon The Earth Like A Benediction.

I Would Give Up The Unessential; I Would Give Up My Money, I Would Give Up My Life For My Children; But I Wouldnt Give Myself. I Can't Make It More Clear; It's Only Something I Am Beginning To Comprehend, Which Is Revealing Itself To Me.

The City Atmosphere Certainly Has Improved Her. Some Way She Doesn't Seem Like The Same Woman.

She Looked Into The Distance, And The Old Terror Flamed Up For An Instant, Then Sank Again. Edna Heard Her Father's Voice And Her Sister Margaret's. She Heard The Barking Of An Old Dog That Was Chained To The Sycamore Tree. The Spurs Of The Cavalry Officer Clanged As He Walked Across The Porch. There Was The Hum Of Bees, And The Musky Odor Of Pinks Filled The Air. (last Lines)

She Turned Her Face Seaward To Gather In An Impression Of Space And Solitude, Which The Vast Expanse Of Water, Meeting And Melting With The Moonlit Sky, Conveyed To Her Excited Fancy. As She Swam She Seemed To Be Reaching Out For The Unlimited In Which To Lose Herself.