O Pioneers!

She blamed Marie bitterly. And why, with her happy, affectionate nature, should she have brought destruction and sorrow to all who had loved her,

There are women who spread ruin around them through no fault of theirs, just by being too beautiful, too full of life and love. They can't help it. People come to them as people go to a warm fire in winter.

live had torn itself and bled and weakened for the last time, until the chain secured a dead woman, who might cautiously be released.

until the instinct to

Most of Alexandra's happy memories were as impersonal as this one; yet to her they were very personal.

he had never thought of her as being a woman at all, only a sister. As

felt, as it were, in her own body the joyous germination in the soil.

Years afterward she thought of the duck as still there, swimming and diving all by herself in the sunlight, a kind of enchanted bird that did not know age or change.

Her personal life, her own realization of herself, was almost a subconscious existence; like an underground river that came to the surface only here and there, at intervals months apart, and then sank again to flow on under her own fields.