I had been nearly all over the world. It was a splendid life—I loved it.” There was a smile on her face, and her head was thrown back. She seemed living in the memory of those old glad days. “Then my father died. He left me very badly off. I had to go and live with some old aunts in Yorkshire.” She shuddered. “You will understand me when I say that it was a deadly life for a girl brought up as I had been. The narrowness, the deadly monotony of it, almost drove me mad.”
I have personally experienced, this monotony. It sucks.
