As she lay there she said to herself that there was something she must tell Selden, some word she had found that should make life clear between them. She tried to repeat the word, which lingered vague and luminous on the far edge of thought-she was afraid of not remembering it when she woke; and if she could only remember it and say it to him, she felt that everything would be well.
( Edith Wharton )
[ The House of Mirth ]
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