I have sometimes thought that a woman's nature is like a great house
full of rooms: there is a hall, through which everyone passes in going in and out; the drawing-room, where one receives formal visits . . . and in the innermost room, the holy of holies,
the soul sits alone and waits for a footstep that never comes."
full of rooms: there is a hall, through which everyone passes in going in and out; the drawing-room, where one receives formal visits . . . and in the innermost room, the holy of holies,
the soul sits alone and waits for a footstep that never comes."
( Edith Wharton )
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