From Summer, by Edith Wharton
ALMOST
"Almost without conscious thought her decision had been reached; as her eyes had followed the circle of the hills her mind had also travelled the old road. She supposed it was something in her blood that made the Mountain the only answer to her questioning, the inevitable escape from all that hemmed her in and beset her. At any rate it began to loom against the rainy dawn; and the longer she looked at it the more clearly she understood that now at last she was really going there."
From Chapter XV
Monday, March 2, 2020
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