From, now on she would never more be satisfied with life as it was
of old. She had passed through a period of awakening; a searchlight
had been turned on her own shortcomings and lack of advantages. She
had not been conscious of them before, since she had been law unto
herself. But now a new note beat in on her. It was as though she had
been colour-blind and suddenly had the power of colour-
differentiation vouchsafed her and looked out on a world that
dazzled by its new-found brilliancy. It was even as though she had
been tone-deaf and, by a miracle, had the gift of sweet sounds given
her, and found herself bathed in a flow of sweet music. She was
bewildered. Her view of life had changed. She would have to
rearrange her outlook by her experience if she hoped to find
happiness.
And always as she brooded and argued with and criticised herself and
found things to admire in what had hitherto been wrong to her--
always the face of Jerry rose before her and the sound of his voice
came pleasantly to her ears and the memory of his regard touched
gently at her heart, and the thought of her final mistake burnt and
throbbed in her brain.
And with each pulsation of the giant engines she was carried farther
and farther away froze the scene of her first romance.
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