It had not been a particularly agitating interview, but she knew that she had just passed a cross-roads, in her life.
She had taken a road utterly unknown to her and though she had taken it of her own accord, she did not feel that the choice had really been hers.

Somehow her faculties were numbed, were paralyzed.

She could not feel the immense importance of what she had done, or realize that she had finally, of her own action, severed her life from Guy's.

He had become such a part of herself that she could not all at once divest herself of that waiting feeling, that confident looking forward to a future with him.

And yet, strangely, her memory of him had receded into distance, become dim and remote.