"NO ONE ELSE WILL EVER DO"
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she cried to herself: "If I haven't him, what will I do?" How would she fill her days? For what would she rise in the morning? For whom would she go out? For whose call on the telephone, or for whose ring at the door, would she listen? For whom would she plan and hope and dream?
At times, since that morning he went to the shore with Fidelia and during the days between in which she had become aware of a "holding" him, she had thought she could tell him, if he wanted to go to Fidelia Netley, to go. But this night warned her that she could not; and she decided, sitting there, that no word or act of hers ever would free him; she would hold what she had till he made an end between them.
