Grace could not comfort her; there was no comfort as she saw, and
as Edith refused to answer any of her questions upon indifferent
topics, she ere long took her leave, and Edith was left alone. She
had reversed her decision while Grace was sitting there, and the
news from Florida was the immediate cause. She should marry
Richard now, and her whole body shook with the violence of her
emotions; but as the fiercest storm will in time expend its fury,
so she grew still at last, though it was rather the stillness of
despair than any healthful, quieting influence stealing over her.
She hated herself because she could not feel an overwhelming joy
at the prospect of Nina's recovery; hated Arthur because he had
forgotten her; hated Grace for telling her so; hated Victor for
saying he would rather see her dead than Richard's wife; hated
Mrs. Matson for coming in to ask her how she was; hated her for
staying there when she would rather be alone, and made faces at
her from beneath the sheet; hated everybody but Richard, and in
time she should hate him--at least, she hoped she should, for on
the whole she was more comfortable when hating people than she had
ever been when loving them.
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