My call was not like her call.
Mine was not urged on me with passionate vehemence or tender gentleness made all the finer and more compelling by the allurements of generosity which is a virtue as mysterious as any other but having a glamour of its own.

No, it was just a prosaic offer of employment on rather good terms which, with a sudden sense of having wasted my time on shore long enough, I accepted without misgivings.

And once started out of my indolence I went, as my habit was, very, very far away and for a long, long time.
Which is another proof of my indolence.

How far Flora went I can't say.
But I will tell you my idea: my idea is that she went as far as she was able--as far as she could bear it--as far as she had to.

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