"Seven years and nothing done yet.

Work, work, and nothing coming out of the work, and everything fading away.

I think that life is very dreary when one has lost everything, and found nothing, and loves nobody.

I wonder what it will be like in another seven years." She covered her eyes with her hands, and then taking them away, once more looked at the water.

Such light as struggled through the fog was behind her, and the mist was thickening.