She was “content,” the bland word she used over and over regarding this marriage. The blandness hid a deeper loss: “I think I wept a lost dream — a dream that could never be fulfilled — a girl’s dream of the lover who should be her perfect mate, to whom she might splendidly give herself with no reservations. We all dream that dream. And when we surrender it unfulfilled we feel that something wild and sweet and unutterable has gone out of life!”
