Far away from this barren north London, the chosen perfect stage for the last completion of a misery as wide as the world world, was her own dream world at home in her room, her strange unfailing self, the lovely world of lovely things seen in silence and tranquility, ...the myriad indescribable things of which day and night, in solitude, were full, at every moment...
— Nov 29, 2025 07:58PM
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